Romancing the Prose
Dancing butterflies engage in a wildfire ballet Old and new alike rise and fall within this melody Like a molten light burning deep darkness away Pure or impure all seeking a taste of the heavenly From age to age the frolicking sheep never stop The flickering nights are filled with you Ever flowing drips and drops of the water clock As dreams and reality become one brew Even a spark for moment takes a glorious flight Ardent’s flower where a stony hearth had been Blindly seizing the day the victory at first sight A broken heart is where all your love seeped in Two voices flowing through endless time As an aromatic potion blooms within the feast Singing of yours and you can sing of mine Still the flame streams on for the greatest or least
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