Fragility

Gushing in a playful  spring
for oxygen to purify
and perfume sweet as grandma’s pie
while sunlight renders glistening. . .
boyant baubles of pure joy
of keen and overwhelming bliss –
like that of an unstudied kiss –
but which a feather might destroy
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