Youthful skies

Caressing cumulus clouds,
Dainty in her dew,
Blue horizons so vast,
Stretching sweetly in the morning,
Gullible wind gusts,
Chasing her love in the heavens,
Skipping on the atmosphere,
Searching for her moon eyed boy,
Following his crescents,
Naively in nature, smiling so green,
She sees her astroid man,
Ready and waiting,
Waining to her heart,
He touches her rain,
Waxing for his touch,
She sends lightning bolts,
To his hands,
Giving her god his powers at last,
She succumbs to his thunder,
Found at last.

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