take my hand
and leap with me
between star-specked dreams
then twirl me
to the brink of consciousness
dip me,
so that my hair trails
on the waters of imagination
run with me
through effervescent meadows
dusted with gold
dive with me
into cool, crystalline waters
of childlike curiosity
dance with me
soaked in the warm rain
of passion
and tenderness
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glass slipper | poetry
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