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Aurora


Sweep me off my feet and carry me Away through dense oak forests and mountain ranges high Stretching up and up until they’ve mastered the clouds. Take my hand and lead me Away over the lakes so deep, Not even darkness dares to creep. And fields of luscious green, Sunlit and smiling. Maybe just a few moments in the gentle flowers because they ask so nicely To kiss my cheeks. Then pick me back up and show me the way Under the watchful eyes of the midnight stars with Stardust in my pocket to guide us in the Blackest caves, Silver shimmering on my fingers. Do not stop until we arrive The snow crisp and cool and beautiful beneath our feet The tundra on its wedding day And the bouquet tossed so high that the moon catches it And laughs a twinkling laugh Sending dancing petals across the sky Remnants of roses red and lilacs purple. Where the wind catches them before they fall, Displaying such wonderful colors as they frolic, Encouraged by the laughter of the moon.
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