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My eyes are a flutter,
Meeting soft, reflected light, As I hear the mutter Of water’s descending flight. I stand in shallow water pools; Waves moving to and fro. The center shines with infinite jewels That cast the faintest glow. I don’t feel so cold, Even with icy tones Sparkling on the green gold Of moss on stones. I breathe out a long sigh-- Wispy wind washes over me As I look to the sky To see the starry sea. Just above the central sight, A floating harp plays And music fills the night Drawing my softest gaze. The melody follows a rhythmic tune, Of waterfalls making the walls, Of chambers open to the moon, And echoes its liquid calls. My eyes close once more And I wander blindly Towards the music to explore The song playing kindly. There’s sudden light upon the pools; The day comes so soon, Forgetting a night’s brightly shining jewels, Forgetting the slowly fading tune…
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