The 'Garden' Of Silk,
flying through the pale moon light.
Green and lush, such health
is seen by few,
Earthy and rich the air so musky.
Blooming plants accented
with moths.
That resemble those butterflies.
Figurines, of her beauty
resting on fresh cut flowers.
The scented silk only accents -
each giant moth.......
as it spins vines of silk..
that seep all around her soft,
sleeping face.
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