There lies a temple,
a tingle on the fingertip,
of the furthest reaches of your mind.
Your reality is sleeping,
so your imagination steps in to lead you.
This dance is between you, and the stars.
This is the love of your parents,
the moments they sacrificed for;
you.
So vast is the distance of a perfect moment,
can you let go with me.
We just choose beauty and fall.
It's always been this easy.
Slow down and a life that shines so resplendent,
suddenly becomes something worth looking at.
An art piece worthy of worship.
I'm already dancing.
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