Clouds and open windows so soothing like a frozen lake to a
Path of glitter reflecting thoughts held in the sun’s hand.
So ambient and lustrous the sands, but are they for me?
Like the passing of a lantern in midnight eye
She dims slowly and waits for her next arrival.
Staring at the endless stream of dust I find her waiting
Like a dream waiting to be lived, waiting to be seen.
So unnatural and beautiful, but is this for me?
Violet hues and moonlit paintings so dramatic
As the ink bleeds and a thousand words are hushed
We wait in silence while a single voice whispers an answer.
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