To the purple, pink Dream.
There stood Time, smiling her mischief away
A little to my side, a little in eye's way;
And then stepped up, a Moment towards me
To reveal her identity, to conceal her Dream;
I touched her presence, felt her glance
That she was eternity, and I was done.
And then I was, sitting by a tree
Holding onto what was not meant to be,
Time walked in, with arrogant clouds
And there we were, on a late May ground,
Time in blue, and pink on her heart
My lady, what if we managed a start?
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