Black waters, steeped in tropical leaves,
weak tea that mirrors the stark white egret,
the butterfly that morphs to blue. Who
was this boy I never knew,
who walked on lily pads, on water,
whose waterfalls had graced my dreams
before I ever met his sister?
Black mirrored warmth that once smiled at me,
now smiles each day at another.
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