like a carefully guarded secret,
she hides quietly within;
flowing like an underground river,
dancing like a butterfly on the wind;
mesmerizing and energizing,
a gentle whisper,
a bright white light,
fresh and clear,
a star twinkling in the night;
my last pure thought,
my only reprieve,
when everything else has been
shattered or destroyed,
exposed and denied,
she is my silent refuge;
my beautiful dream.
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