She shimmers like a silent star,
then tattles truths of misleading murmurs.
Mouths mute lying lullabies
as an intense incense roams the room.
Her hair glows gorgeously,
when pure powers unfold until
beauty births with ardent ardor.
Her hands blend blossoming colors
and she shows the words of whistled whispers.
Lips linger; kisses create
busy butterflies and frail flowers.
Her heart's painting petals
and silent sighs reflect reasons
for nature's new summer season.

























BRO!! You did such a wonderful job on this form..wow I'm blown away! 

how are you doing? 

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