She came to sit
By me
As if she had felt
The need
To sit
Just beside,
Her Pink fluid flowing
Out
Guided by Gabriel
And His star...
She came to sit
By me
As if she had felt
The birth
To cause
Just beside,
Her moves she paused
Guided by the silver
And Her serene...
And me
Dipped beforehand
Charmed by the Magic wand
Said nothing
Only
Sunk more
As if in so doing
He opened my bolted door...
And ...
At that moment precise
An epic someone wrote
On white pages...
Solemnised
By the mooned evening late...
Silvery
Velvety
A transcendental real...
Got written by
Slow Snow...
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