and of our dreams
hair akimbo
adorned with leaves and branches
a trickster
a sprite
a wanderer
sneaking through the forest
tickling the black keys of our fantasies
to pentatonic wonder
glowing the full
midnight moon
creating grotesque silhouettes
calling with the voice
of a bristled bear
baring our fears
falling in drops of warm rain
on our eyes
as we sleep
wooing hearts
and minds in a
magic maze of love
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