bright the wave of scent of almond rite,
that calls to every bird and bee,
with gentle persuasion art.
Enfolded in this ecstasy gossamer,
is the poison of the darkest kind,
that deep drunk, would heady mixture make,
turning all of life into the fabric of the fog.
But droplets of the very same,
give life to paintings by many names.
The deepest of the earthly hue,
that gives us gallant vibrant blue.
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