love poem.

it would be like this;

that flutter of a whisper

Ever so careful to not let the foxes hear,

tiny vanilla winged angels

sweep a low lip,

my soul lights a Diamond

I begin to glow

And the puddle boils as crickets serenade

their kingdom of lily covered frogs,

my heart beats like a bell,

small whites dance

with their glued wings,

pin needle legs tickle my pale shoulders,

I wear your crown

skipping down a hill in between sakura,

weary of distant tidal waves.

-m.

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