I flutter,
Like a butterfly,
From flower to flower,
Iris to rose,
From Poem to song,
to express,
Just a glimpse,
Of your Beauty,
Knowing its multidimensional,
As a garden and its moons,
Reveries dream like romance,
And wings,
Vivid, surreal, and exotic,
As the rain,
That longs,
To kiss,
Your hair,
With the damp warmth,
And soothing love,
Of its kisses,
There are fine painters,
Painting in the fields,
With broad and intimate,
Flourishes,
Amidst the eloquence,
Of flowers,
As...
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