Her eyes smile
Towards a resting sun
Glowing in purple hues
Of mystical dreams
Her heart melts
Striking the strings
On the golden clouds
Dancing in the atmosphere
Her senses tingle
Twinkling fierce flecks
Of honeydew dragons
On warm inviting skin
Closing her eyes
She hears the breeze
Of nightingales
Whisper sweet lullabies
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