She dances on the rising wind
To walk among the clouds
On the wings of a butterfly
She flits
And floats
Among blossoming memories
And fruits of dreams
She makes a pass at what is
And flirts with what might be
She makes small talk with what could be
Then enters the cafe
For a date with what should be
Over coffee
Or perhaps a chai latte
She never rejects a familiar face
She'd love for you to take her home
You'll enjoy her company
She'll curl up inside your mind
Frolic among your dreams
And leave before you wake
She needs no explanation
Labels stick to her
Like tape to the surface of a river
You cannot fully understand her
She is far beyond comprehension
She is beautiful
She is
Free
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