Chatterton's Redress
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We walk along magenta paths-
cool seeps into waning light,
bunches peer, ripe for the pick:
funny how they're sour to the lip;
beyond the copse in another's
field, silken amber honey flows.
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This poem was written by Frederick Kesner on Jun 13, 2008.
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effective line breaks and your use of sound is lovely