Lady, roses, cabbages, swans, gold cup, luring.
Enter upon a dream
weightless swans
so soft…
Sense of touch
can barely detect it.
Airy, smells like
spring wind.
Spattered pale…
Buttery, cabbage roses
sprayed to catch
the eye and hand.
Once you introduce yourself;
you’ll never let it go.
Not after I give you
the cup of gold.
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