Tan Pratonix - Prelude

What's my woman?
She is laughter;
She is a cup of wine
That flows for centuries after.

She is a courser through the veins
Bringing on delicious dreams.

She is a green field by a river,
And she will stay as such for ever.

She is SHE,
And what can that be
But the quintessence of
Reality?

Tan Pratonix

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