In Mists of flowery waters floats a canoe of brown and grey.
Enshrouding the creek, crawling violets of purple and white.
Adorning the Meadows, rustling leaves and gentle shrubs mildly bending with the mellow breeze.
The softness of the Earth pliable as snow as I place my feet.
Dazzling in white and pink before the woodland cabin. Stroking my woollen hair stacked in a bun.
Row the canoe, row... row away.
With my hand inside the water and my feet beneath the flower. I gaze upon your mirrored face as it reflects upon the still lake. Dreams of how we could have been if Sofia from distant lands with her eyes of dove and cherry tainted lips hadn't effortlessly enchanted you. Into unknown lands must I venture.
Perhaps better destinies await.
