Freedom and love
meet together in her eyes,
a fluttering elegance
on a whimsical wind.
Expanding wings
of soaring insight,
her grandiose stories
are like poems of rhythmic zeal.
Undressing before my very eyes,
she reveals her naked soul,
bruised and curvaceous.
Her words soothe with eloquent,
vivacious words,
baring truth to the only sound
that remains a whisper.
All of a dream,
she is like an opiate swell
of billowy rest for a weary
heart to find peace.
Longing silent embers burn
Like everlasting sage for her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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