You, the watercolor of my dreams and codex of mystery,
You draw the cosmic shiver towards me, disturbing my peace;
You offer a dance of stellar swarms hidden in earthly forms,
You possess sublime gifts, courage, weaving genealogies of noble thoughts.
And as your hair gently falls, illuminating the city,
Like night flickering innocently and gracefully over day,
Soft, a river...
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