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She’d always felt more
A poetess she was to the core
Daffodils sang encore
To the croon of tulips at the door
In her poesies they roamed
Danced in abandon to the aubade
Only she heard at dawn
Butterflies spread hues of happiness
And the Luna her mate in the darkness.
Her world with iridescent shine
A mandala of love she spins at times
Bubblegums and candy floss dreams
Tzafrir smelling like buttercream
In the Aurora she dwells,
The Orion outside her window
In her world, a Pura Vida she knits
To veil the reality where she sits.