This is the tightrope walk
This is a brightly colored ice parade
This is a flowered truth
Robed in a beautiful silk masquerade
This is the diamond side
These are the folds of your pretty pink sarong
This is the curl of smoke
For butterfly kisses sliding through a song
This is the cutter's blade
This is diamond dust that drizzles down
The facet polished clean
Lying rustling through your folds of gown
This is a tightrope walk
This is a burning candle's dying word
This is the small sound
That no one else around you has heard
This is a ripple's arc
The rock is slowly diving shadowbound
The tenuous lilypad
Floats on water, anchored to the ground
Crystal carbon, smooth and strong
Flawless as a bone
Dirt and time, both pure and long
Romance this buried stone
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