She Comes
She
comes
with the
wind that awakes
from the morning
sun
Stroking
Your
face like
a cold running
river, over stone
flecks
of
pristine crystal
Upon
your lashes
reflect
a Brilliant
kaleidoscope
of colours before you
creating pure
perfection
dance inside
the brilliance,
revel in her
mystery
slide into her
cleansing aura
Lose
yourself
within her
majestic grace
while sorrow falls
away.
Copyright © Crystal Bourret | Year Posted 2014
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