Perfection

A gentle place
As rare as silver eyes
Most would call folly to seek

While a special few would offer
Lives and Souls
For just a peek
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A gentle place
As mutable as quicksilver
As ephemeral as the will-o-wisp

Many-shaped
Even for one

A babbling Byzantine Brook

Impossible island in a luminous lake

Dusty desert dunes capped by opulent oases

Florid forests of flitting faerie folk

Or a moment with you,
Souls-bare and eyes wide