Gossamer
Gossamer threads—that's what's in the mind.
Gossamer vines of the most significant kind
Shining as if adorned with diamond rays.
Or shattering beams through sapphire lays
Our spirits are entangled in angelic dust.
And green moss—our lives will forever adjust.
What a day!—that's now turned to darkness.
Moonshine and gossamer evade my harshness.
In the stillness of the night, a tale unfolds.
Etched in the body exertion is a story untold.
A shape of remembrance, a whispering plea,
An eerie mandala was grown, for all to foresee,
Akin to the first leaf that gently falls,
The story begins as darkness calls.
Silent footsteps patter over the ground.
Unveiling secrets is profound.
The shape of remembrance etched in their hearts
An eternal bond that time won't tear apart.
The body exertion, a dance intertwined,
Two souls entangled, their fates now aligned.
With the light from the moon as its guide,
The story reveals the truth it confides.
In the stillness of the night, emotions ignite.
Passion and longing are burning so bright.
A shape of remembrance, a whispering plea,
The ethereal quilt was built, for us to foresee.
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