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Aesthesia
Galleries in the skies near and far
that float under the empyrean,
drifting through the clouds,
showering the morning with
golden necklaces and shiny pearls
and eventide with the crimson sun,
parading before the human eyes,
electrifying the hairs of the arms,
touching and penetrating the skin,
riding upon the knotted spine,
jumping into the chasms of the soul,
diving into the pools in the heart
and melting the ice that
formed on the rocks.
An ode to morning galleries
of Nature’s charm,
her enchanting silent language
that weaves your dreams with a
scented thread dipped in rose blood
as it leads you into her world
that avails itself to those
with aesthesia in the starry eyes
and a warmth in their aesthetic heart.
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