Between the colours of the introverted

Double-spaced cantilevered pages

The Muse plays her Lyria

Untangling sound from sinuous words

Though unspoken, yet by the voice of time,

Alive with the wakeful abstinence

Of intent long ago placed in their

Energetic and resplendent composure.

The music of a nectar-filled kiss

Touched upon the wings of a dragonfly.

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