Such a perfect evening, blowing candles in the park,
A boy sits by unremembered rocks, beside a girl in red,
They watch the birds and dancing waters,
Silent romance ghosting the night,
Silent smiles under the faded light.
When their lips touch, they drift into a dream,
To Dali's world, of eleven hybrid roses and lilies,
Where the clouds float above the trees,
Where leaves dip in humility, and roads are curved in red,
And the rain - subtitles beyond what's said.
And time - the immemorial gift,
Plays on the grand piano,
Jazz and ballads serenades the air around the girl in red,
For poems are his subtitles to what's not said
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