Day 13

 

The gardener loves the fisherman

All glimmer far distant,
the trill of the dozy moon
at sea, the silky table,
the book of wonder
The nil flood asunder
the look of the shimmer,
milky and cosy
plunder and blood
The shrill of tall trees
the roots of the cable under the muck
and the hood, the brimmer
of silky posies,
the boon of cosy looks
the sable of grimmer deeds
a new kind of blunder, meet
the mill of the mud

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