Disentangling my body as my spirit flows without restraint
through the dreams of the elusive creatures of the blessed forest.
My skin touches tiny petals of love that float freely
as cottonwood trees have turned the forest into a winter’s land.
As their fleecy white seeds blow into my dreamland with a subtle gust
reminiscent of the exquisite white feather of the Albino Cardinal,
turning sultry air cooler, and into melodies of the water lilies.
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