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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