The erotic flow
On the crafted trees
Images form alluring dreams
Whispering from the wind
The faint pulse
The aberrations glow
On the trees the curiosity capture
The eyes and mind treading along
The shadowy dancers
The caressing breeze ignite
The glow in the misty glow
The rays of white flow
Of the misty darkness glides
The crafts of exotic forms
On the painted trees slip and slide
Every trace the faint pulse
Trailing and gasping air
As the light blossom
Rays of golden shower
On the darkness slowly disappearing
Of a time a breath of wind
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