to find you there
at my door
is a surprise...
red petals
and dots of yellow
and white
last night
you might have arrived
but me was then
in another kingdom
with Aristotle
and Poseidon...
twelve Olympian deities...
but you
illuminati
like came perhaps
red
fresh
and so nostalgic...
finding you at my door
is a big surprise...
torn...
from a tree...
you prized
blossom
of my
pristine sense...
of those cradle days...
and innocence...
and I am not Dan Brown
but you illuminati
came...
with myths...
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