A letter sent by the wind

Inside this dream,
a maiden that is my refuge –
a sunlit beauty singing.
I see the moon,
and the gentle rocking
of a plum branch.
And where the
small lilies bloom,
my mouth fills with
your pure perfume.
That moment before
letting go, letting go.

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