Silken spinning in my mind,
released of bonds of space and time,
To be is not the question,
of our own existence is not the choice,
but instead the eternal need is to give the suffering of being,
a voice.
Faery feet alight on tear drops,
and dance on lashes of thine eye.
Luminous faces please with beauty,
and pleasantly while the hours by.
 
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