She reflects with a smile: that colors the ink that lights this page and guides this pen. She reaches through the inkwell I sink inside. I rise again to mark this canvas, longing to be stained. I Wait... For passage through the void, Directed by a glint and a face at the bottom of the Wishing Well, Waiting amidst the deep. I Wait... For the invitation to take a piece of her smile And place it in your eyes To light all darkened paths. Yours. and mine.
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