Falling, If

Sweeping through the dull dresses, an encounter unforeseen.

Dream is a most welcomed guest, thoughtlessly I fell.

Must it bear the sorrows of Earth, the devil’s white wings.

Paralysed in ecstasy, drowning in lavender well.

Mesmerised by the unbearable tales, in sweet airs afloat.

Playground of painful charms, the witch’s cat coat.

Am I embracing or abandoning? My being orbits.

Sleepless hours, a swan caressing my little boat.

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