Rose windows like rainbow touch
Delicate soul violet
Precipice covered in soft pink mist
Raise your eyes to hope
Every word a constitution
Free colors blend
Paintings of the realm of peace
Choruses filled with the ethereal
We touch the visions of angels
Pablo poems
No politics only your raw eyes
My thoughts have soft yellow clouds
Mountains where bliss reflects
Fragments dissipate in morning sun
Moonlight sheds her sea
She is in blossom
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