By Winged Poetess

Wings spread out in a shy attempt

To reach that which has no shape

Eyes glancing wide to see your dim face

Hearts now mingle together

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Colours that we both painted

Blend in a frenzy like symphony

The gentle storm passes by

As we are wrapped in a blanket of tears

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Gentle butterflies will emerge

To recreate our once state of mind

But our love keeps me hung over

Till the time when we will dance again