fille de reve
leaves of gold from last night’s reverie
flitter & flake off, an ethereal cocoon,
an awakened chrysalis.
porcelain cloud, earnest & pure.
beacon cast to guide her mind;
debuted with a silent yearning.
she rises to meet the new day,
to mold the contours of tonight’s dream
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