The acceptance of
beautiful imperfection
and trust,
While my
heart is alive,
and dancing
Is a must,
A disjointed,
Mesmerising,
Flow of emotion,
Just like water,
And her many faces,
Talking to me
as if I were
Aphrodite's daughter,
My step has a new spring,
Even as autumn closes in,
Just marvel at how things shift,
Now you're under my skin.
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