I follow your shadow arising at sunset,
I want to walk within your silver footsteps
They take me to a forest of beaming diamonds,
Where happy angels play violin on strings of trees.
Their wings are made of butterflies
Orchids blossom from the sky here,
And air is misty and warm
As it was before you were born.
Hot air balloons are up in the above,
Dancing between the seven rainbows of the days and nights,
I jump in one and grab you with,
Our translucent hands meld
As if they were carved in rock.
We're hovering now embraced with the wind,
In the ocean of the endless love
Your left eye weeps a tear of honey,
It flavors and kindles my innocent lips.
I dreamt we'd do this for so long,
To disappear in the pureness of white clouds
Tickled by particles of foam and fantasy,
We'd fly, together.
Topic(s) of this poem: angels , butterfly, fantasy, kiss, love, romance
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