As the froth of nectar
that waters the pond of dreams
you sputter
and in your embrace
I bloom
as Lilly blossoms.
As snows soft flakes,
you melt on my petal cheeks
touching me
not quite.
At the golden break of day,
memories' butterfly kisses
turn into love letters
before my interlaced lashes.--
--written amongst
changing cloud patterns
in long forgotten secret scripts
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not really my type of poem though
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