Water droplets are forming as dew begins to gather
A sweetly scented breeze flows past my face
The virgin day is forming right before my eyes
I close them tight to feel her brisk embrace
One second is what breaches then and now
In this moment there is no day to be
It's a rare and honest glimpse of perfect limbo
I mustn't blink for fear I will not see
Or could I close my eyes and feel the merger
Would I sense this change of beauty on my skin
No, such splendor simply cannot be determined
But by the change the happens deep within
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