
I fell through the mirror once, and on the other side,
was you, hands clasped, and folded
neatly, you did always keep me
completely,
and
as
flowers fell from the sky, you gently made your way forward,
took my hand in yours, and then, the
question of my existence
spread…
arising in mind, the answer flooding my heart, as love
blossomed like the sun, retiring me to your
awaiting arms
the resonance, now,
won…
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