With silver wings, golden-tipped,
Dives and soars, soars and dives,
My dream.
Like fragrance, lavender soft
Flows gently and seductively
My hope’s theme.
In shadows ethereal
And sunlight ephemeral
Moves passion blue.In a chariot, fiery and cool
On snowy clouds, arrives
My poetry true!
Colours in colours merge
And colours from colours separate
To brighten a world dark
Or a beautiful world create!
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