Evening's first breath
merges into miracles
of magic on wings of white petals
transforming pains
into a silent bow to bliss infinite
meltdowns of the day melt
into thin folds of a shimmering darkness
uncovering the mask
from the face of mystery
shrouding happiness;
breezes of changing nuances
titillate the shrunken soul
back to an easy flow into the blue spaces
chanting the eternal words of love;
while sitting on back of a rainbow
I inhale the aroma and the mist
of your enchanting formless body spread
across the sky
of my enthralled imagination!
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