Like some tender quills floating,
dancing its way down
or the dawn sun rays on a spring morning
embraced with a gentle zephyr
pleasant and beyond words
or like that lone dewdrop on the crimson maple leaf,
moving back and forth joyously
as if swaying to a Mozart’s song
you appear to me like that,
a beautiful dream,
a pristine feel,
a peaceful thought,
and some more

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