a rainbow of petal colours,
a pigment of lilies
woven into a medally hues
upon the neck of silver clouds
as I groan for livity* of shades.
She is:
an ocean of calm waves,
such a bliss to flow and ebb
o'er the tides of the bay's heart,
a birth yet of mirth,
as I plead for serenity.
She is:
a pacific wind
atop the -sphere of atmo-
whirling low, aye
buzzing rare
to the nature's swiftly chun
She is:
a wonder,
a resolving mystery,
womanly and maidenly
to even angels' bewilderment.
She is:
a gesture,
a figurine,
right as a stand,
sacred as a temple
She is:
but a goddess.
Dedicated to Taofiqat.
elcypher.
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