There is a melody of stillness,
A gathering of solitary,
Moments within harmonious,
Bustle of the butterfly forest,
Hatching in the dew,
Love like sunlight forms,
Distinct abstractions of all,
Manner of dreamlike subjects,
Which shimmer past in choral,
Dance with togas representing class,
Behind sheets of plainly coloured glass,
Where the moon sits in blue,
Cushioned by cotton like clouds,
Linen textured cloaks in rows,
And the setting Sun gives a moment,
To the projection of all time,
Captured in a bubble of light,
By the end of the sky,
Rays of the invisible star,
Burst forward in timeless shine,
Singing gently until they find,
Reflection, absorption, alteration,
Projection into your eyes.
A gathering of solitary,
Moments within harmonious,
Bustle of the butterfly forest,
Hatching in the dew,
Love like sunlight forms,
Distinct abstractions of all,
Manner of dreamlike subjects,
Which shimmer past in choral,
Dance with togas representing class,
Behind sheets of plainly coloured glass,
Where the moon sits in blue,
Cushioned by cotton like clouds,
Linen textured cloaks in rows,
And the setting Sun gives a moment,
To the projection of all time,
Captured in a bubble of light,
By the end of the sky,
Rays of the invisible star,
Burst forward in timeless shine,
Singing gently until they find,
Reflection, absorption, alteration,
Projection into your eyes.
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