Butterfly wings flutter under moonlight
Breezes whisper soothing seductive tease
Clothed in a hold, encapsulated in a mould
Cast in the past in simplistic duplexity.
Swan glides, skates through the pool of sun
Melancholy lake and aspiring love to make
With warmth and fiery desire, she takes
In burning words, the emboldened cords of my heart.
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