Ariane: A dream, a fire, a butterfly

Your lips were boats of roses

Hair, the fire of life

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The voice of spring, of freedom

Laden with the aromas of pines,

Sounding like a dove cooing another

I fell into your soul, into the chasm of dream

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Your blood

As if an endless army brought happiness

To the stronghold of oblivion

in the depths of my heart

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My blue, tearful world faded into

bright shades of scarlet skies

emerald forests

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Sunlight entered the gate

of your amber necklace

and your rose fell into

my soul’s garden

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But your eyes didn’t gaze on my isle, my ocean

they longed for him

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Your thoughts, paper airplanes

found refuge

In the green ink letters

of his notes

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Two blue flowers of those eyes

slept on the plain of his chest

Your heart’s star electrified his soul

Leaving in me the violet darkness

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Sorrow drowns my vessel of kisses

and my butterfly doesn’t

perch next to yours

on the cherry tree of love

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Sleeping in the silver, dreamy cedar

the moon painted