Dreams of worlds which never were,
Idle fantasies which never are,
Bright new futures yet to be,
Haunting shades of memory.
Suspended pale droplet
Focusing attention
quickening breath.
From a silken mane
glistening, shining,
fanned out in an earthen halo
To soft peaks
gently directing the world,
framing the jewel for all to see.
A milky droplet rolls lazily
down sweeping curves,
Framed in gold
Frozen in time
An emblem of passion
A reminder of trust.
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