Her hair falls like a shiny brown strand of heaven
She casts a spell with complexion
Her golden glow reflecting
My heart sings of her rhythm
Beautiful swan gliding gently through the isle
Melting hearts as you move with haste

A flower with the scent of youth
You were all sweetness and magic
Enchanting notions with awakening
Two pieces of a sculptor's artistry
You were meant for another
For a second we travelled
To the graveyard of streams destined
Where the ink sailed

flowing scenes and poetic means.

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