Is the Sacredness of Life.

Her hair was the color of soil in royal vineyards

Unseen vitality swinging through the air on shiny silk filaments

Myriad of butterflies surrounding her being, covering peachy soft skin with fragile wings

Allured by her sentimental scent coming from mysterious worlds.

Nourishment to the heart, cherubic music enchanting the mind, imagination unfolding before the eyes.  

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