Run Free
She wishes to run free in the music tremoring in thoughts as clouds
rise before the poet's feet, a white butterfly is a petal in the light
of sun upon leaves and robes of the wind, it has been a while, since
she truly felt forever in the dew upon her face, the little dancer
in the rain of the moon, tears fell from the fair one, all moves at
the tremble of leaves, the wings of birds have made homes in
little worlds where you would not expect to find it, the wonder in
the unexpected, such as the place where the sky parts in fields of
stardust, love and time itself, they are as her, in the secret moment of the infinite.
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