An Ode to her juvenilia 

I saw them not, with which her youth is fed but, I could feel all vigorous things purely bred. Thoughts of eminent deeds they were, some of grating discord that slur. Within her, till there came upon her mind an innermost chord once had she twined. To yield to the impetus of her youth, basking [...]

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The dandelion spirits 

Such spirits aren't indited by bare flesh but brought into being by dint of reveries just watch how languid they embesh hence allow goodly-nature's trajectories Their lam isn't requiem chanted hearken! but an accolade just begun away from any static sojourn planted to seek intrepid souls being done At times, hie and embrace clouds above [...]