Serpent crystals weaving trees
picking up where we left off
at last page of my journal.
If we finished the story,
lets begin our own
in secrecy inside a paradise.
Do you ever peer through a keyhole
and wonder what mechanisms keep the unwanted out?
The keyhole is a paradise
that only you and I live in.
We are lock-picker protected.
Come and enjoy all the sun
and play the mandolin for me.
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