Cerulean, a tinge of vermilion above
Hyacinths, poppies and lilies below
If I were to never see you again
Remember, you'll forever remain
An ancient soulful dream within
Numinous, my heart, rushes ahead
Just when it is close, you turn
Alarmed, it wonders; what if
You do not want to be touched?
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