cloaking herself with
carmine chrysanthemums and porcelain roses,
whispering her words
like a fluttering magenta snowflakes,
inking her rouge musings across the sandbar
and weaving her thoughts in the persian sea sanctuary of solitude
however, in her mångata,
selenophiles perceive her saudade
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