In the whirlwind of the wind, my soul also spins unyieldingly

In the whirlwind of the wind, my soul also spins unyieldingly, On watercolor wings, the seasons carry me aloft, Through wrinkled fantasies, the heart's mistakes shatter, Waltzing in the whispers of waves, my soul cradles gently. Under the watchful rain of stars, my dreams drip slowly, The talisman stained with tulips hides unspoken truths, Stepping lightly over the threshold of dusk, time is my friend, I am the sunset, and the silence of saffron storms follows me. O, you, ruler of minds playing on the edge of dreams, The empyrean inferno burns around your diamonds, We feel deep in our bones miracles without mirrors, Ugly hyacinths melt under the melodious mint of magnolia. We are but moments dissolved in the silent meditation of evening, The thread of turmeric love binds us to lemony light, The neon Nile flows through our intuitive isles, dancing, Under the moonlight, separated from the watching darkness. The dazzling luxury calls us to place our trust in it, Bleeding into the constellations of our higher virtues, The heavens wonder about the sirens singing forgiveness imperfectly, The fragrance of forgiveness carries the sailors of nirvana to dawn. This hummingbird has hushed its beats under the eternal sky, I am a dialect of dawn, in the scentless sunrise of life, A patriot of peace, pirouetting in the ephemeral elixirs of time, Burning auroras pour over the lips of loving angels.