I fall inside a dreamy song
And its fleeting landscapes
Hiding in its ambient tones
Of comely polychrome poetry
As I kiss the tepid zephyr
That turns into your lips
And spin in its whirlpool
That turns into your heart
I feel even more beautiful
Being a part of you dear
If only you could see it
Your smile would flourish
Like Swan river daisies
In June's promising sun
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