Beneath those clear milky seas of lust..
Lies another story of anticipation..
Where all is but too well..
And how those golden sun of dangling sequins..
It's all just another fairytale of little
endings and big surprises..
The anticipation of the king's greatest secret..
Lies within the enchanted door with no keys..
Of daisies and roses of little white flutters..
Of the sky and mountains of little pink flowers..
Little by little those raindrops turns golden..
And of the little golden drops turns a stone of
pink silver reflections..
Those little sun of blue-ish little cotton candy of desire..
A stormy day and all is gone..none other so..the light remains..
Little by little it disappears..with just a smile from the suns of
the thorny petals of anticipation..
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