As time persuades upon it's way
and cycles turn anew
by guided hand invoking dance
upon the morning dew
In tiny drops of midnight
lightning held in bottled bliss
spark imbued to morning
with the warming of a kiss
Adrift on welcomed waters
springing forth while passion's play
and cycles turn again anew
as time goes on it's way
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