Lucifera Santez (4th feb / Belize)
Gleaming pond of maiden tears,
Adorned by wildflowers on its banks,
As butterflies rush on blooms,
She watches them from shining pond,
Her hair trailing her beside in cold,
A weaved piece of dark fairy gold,
Her eyes feel,
Face softens and nothing is said,
And far from shadows,
He watches his mermaid…….
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