Looking through the mirror,
Of purple veils... of tales.
Reminds me of my memories,
Distant patterns...Time knew well.
Waking to the morning,
White lilies... blue jay's swing,
Listening to a heart,
That can't feel a single thing.
Clinging to the sunlight,
Basking in the rain,
Wondering in the shadows,
Of pages torn in vain.
Guard the window's riches,
Seal the promise in lace,
House, I see you clearly,
Vanishing without a trace.
Unicorn fly me swiftly,
To the ocean's shore,
Dreams of mortal bliss,
Cinderella's soul he bore.
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