On the edge of a cliff between vulnerability and strength
I stand in solitude atop my chariot of dissolving mysteries.
Withering in nostalgia a little girl, a reader of the stars,
sees in crystal ball, midsummer dreams wrapped in winter warmth.
She wishes to exist in multitudes of legendary stories,
a princess no doubt to whom I whisper bittersweet melody at night,
"One day you'll be the woman of your dreams in eternity of love.
You darling, are a wave of perpetual rhythms in experiences,
a pilgrim of your own facets in kaleidoscopic journeys,
when you've lived my years, your wings of wisdom will flutter,
to sprinkle the essence of past on a little girl weaving probabilities,
light will enter your life someday for you're someone just like me."
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