(For My Daughter)
Through gardens, we glimpse one another, beyond flowers, fountains and birds, eyes intrigued behind spirals of steam; mind on the magic of words.
What beauty romances the intrigue! What wonder will poetry weave? A soul in the midst of its butterfly dream is fonder than hearts can perceive.
The barrier breathing between us is that which binds us together: none other than beauty! The world where we touch, myriad moments, forever.
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