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Spun

finished chasing shadows
she�s returned to the light
sculptured in her repose
filaments of dreams take flight

into her world I�ve stumbled
my silence hovers like the mist
uncertainty now lies crumbled
hallowed thoughts in this tryst

the pearls of beauty I need so
a queen perched up her knoll
time has neither ebb nor flow
her serenity makes me whole

immortality gathers in silence
stars are sprinkled and fallen
like a great mystical valence
they swirl as her flower�s pollen

delicate form brought to life
her flesh is so warm and bright
an enigma that cuts like a knife
plays long into my night