fairies fly sprinkling golden dandelion
dust on dreams exhaled in the soft spring air
then when you are not paying attention...
a cell in solitude searches another
to dance the dance of disease and new life
then when you are not paying attention
the final kiss is kissed, the last touch felt
unannounced - eternally remembered
then when you you are not paying attention
ephemeral, illusory, actual all become one, present and invisible
then when you are not paying attention
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