Tue, 11/07/2017 - 23:53 -- Npascal

A single word, lights up the room.
Can a single word be among a cloud?
And yet the sky's blue, flowers bloom.
The golden crown will never enshroud,
It shall never burn nor fade away.
As the crown lay, looking from above.
Silver dewdrops placed a pathway,
There! Bright stars, like doves.
As pure as they can be, among those
It was you! Falling, meeting eye-to-eye
My dearest, it was you who I chose
Grabbing you in the lake, a butterfly.
Was it love? How gently were you then?
Mirror in the lake, we meet again.

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