Robes of Life's Cycles
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He strokes my voluptuous contour delicately
As bold petals crown this auburn hair,
Enticing a heady desire to roam
Through a woodland's flamboyant trails:
And the artist pours dotted hues
From my four seasons,
Imbuing a rebellious womanly grit
Upon layered coatings to decorate my bodice
With robes of passion, of iced distance,
Until his hand chooses the flavored sways
through a cycle’s dance,
eternalizing my flamed glow.
Though the brush of fleeting hours ;
I rise to touch the moon, to inhale
bloated fruits and leaves ...how impeccable!
When new mornings crawl, my seasons
live again for pleasure and holiness
before twigs of age melt my life’s fragrance.
Artwork Contest of Lewis Raynes
Painting from Gustav Flimt
" Tree Of Life" 8/31/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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