I have dreamt of something more divine, In imaginings never graced by eyes. Its scent in sense more truly blunt than fine, Like giants blushing while a lily sighs. Caressed in it by a blanket of night. A vision, I think best left out of reach, Never to be sought out in the days light. A vixen clenched by fantasy’s short leash. So ignore my pleas to bring it to life, Call it ramblings from a senseless man. By my more vivid hours out of strife, I ‘m clearer within realities hand. For its perfection is my very own. A beauty, to my minds eye only known.Birth sign: Libra
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