By their reflection, embellishing it.
The edge of the woods in the distance
Becomes a moving temple, iridescent,
Celebrating the birth of spring.
And these huge mountains,
Aspire to join the heavens
Process in our heads,
whirling.
The reality around us
Is that you have chosen
And your dream dress our sphere
On the ideal picture that unfolds
In the light of our eyes,
At the sound of your voice.
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