Cotton moon
Cusps Capricorn
Whilst candy thunder claps
A song of the heart
Sings with childlike wonder
Rolling in fresh cut grass
Muddy hands
Splashed with berry stains
Pale against childlike smiles
Ancient books
Inspire all who enter to
Metamorphosise
Bringing colour
To black and white memories
Sadness fills her eyes
Glistening clouds
Hide misty mountains
Worldly pleasures died
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