Invisible Flame Poem by Reza Raza

Although the landscape of her walking aesthetics
Is the warm texture
It is as if the far point neurons unable to handle the rhythm.
She's the curved arch of the rainbow at the peak of rosy desire,
The strange vision of the uprooted mental psyche.

It just hibernates in her secret inbox
It is the hidden romance of the cannonball tree.
At the entrance digital cave replica looks at the intruder
As if the sleep of a thousand years has just been broken.
The entire life of the sleeping cave awakens
Latent heat of impeccable beauty is in its mind.