Eternal DrawingsA Poem by BOf gentle steps claimed to time A ballroom of eternal art would remain Goodness is this place we made Workings of a happy mind it sits So you move into another reality Across the soft touchings of a play Roman like empires dress your golden hair Leaves would slowly fall onto a chair We find no method of departure Creating a new meaning of eternal drawings A love that made a life rolling into space
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