A lonely childhood Peering outside Tracing frost fairies On a chilly windowpane Whispering a wish For tender icicle streaks To fly far far away! Her dreams grow wings Like gossamer butterflies When she touches them Powdery dust crumbles In tiny, empty hands Flickering like stars That drive her destiny
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In the lagoon of your eyes I have lost myself Surrounded by shimmer Sinking in the depths I am colored blue I am washed in green Like shadows, reflections That slide down slowly With tears of exuberance As wishes blown gently On wings of eyelashes!
If I could fly What feathers to adorn; A tint of pearl A hint of zircon Fragment of an angel Sliver of the Devil Shades of spring Depths of autumn Silver of a dandelion Gold blush of dawn Intricately woven As wings of a human To cross the far horizon!