It's a marvelous place to go,
maybe perfect for a scape,
sweet like the sirens' voices,
untouchable to fade.
The amusement is lightening on her eyes,
covered by starry sky,
submerged in the warm summer breeze,
being melted, stirred leaves.
Rushless time, bitterless flavour,
whole feathered hall,
harmonized tangerine smell
An hour, a minute or a second?
no one knows nor says nor cares
suspended deep fresh air.
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