Through the meadows
between those trees
beyond the oceans
across the seas

The soul soared high
soaked in repulsive desires
basked in love
playing with fire

And in the capture
of that momentary trice
it looked heavenly
but was a disguise

She learned soon
in that fickle of time
that the mirage of illusions
was nothing but life

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