Texture

 Texture

            When you move, your aura displays

            Like an eyelid soundless blink.

            Breathtaking, into a  deep trance 

            blue autumn, earthen sky.

            A symbol of early childish fairy 

      tales: sliding down rainbows yellow                                     silk ribbon encircles your waist twirl   

           against the  sun-ray’s laughter,

           An epitome of dashing hope clings

           rather projectile, resembling red 

           cannon fireballs: who’s forces safe

           guard gives it the audacity to sing, with

           purpose inscribe on Aladdin's silver 

       magic lamp royal purple touch of         

           Network cyber channels four leaf 

           green clover all over you; flows none 

           stop, Go, too emerge beyond white

           Limelight static silence gift of life: the

           dream state, where the gray stallion

           gather alone side undress zebra,

           only for a glimpse, and take in 

           your  lucidness sends SOS rockets 

           into the silhouette, moment: in

           shades of beauty.

               


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