I wish one day
I could somnambulate to the lake
where you used to lie on its bank
and contemplate your beautiful face
on the surface
of the mysterious water
Being a caterpillar
I guess I'd also gaze
long not at my own reflection
but your enthralling reincarnation
the swaying daffodil
graceful like a pretty girl
If I could
borrow some delightful petals from you
to cover my blue
perhaps I wouldn't consider
plunging myself into the water


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