Floating on a lilly pad like winter-
your ocean eyes embrace,
and what was all bigotry,
turns into respiration, disappearing.
Floating like a wind in sturdy air,
how your warm hands erase,
and all that I was thinking of,
are invisibly gone and thin and bare.
Floating like a flame upheld,
your body soon embeds,
and all that was a tragedy,
cruising on a lilly pad away.
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