her pastel brush paints reality Blue,
this perilous dreamer, in land of Rew.
immersing her feet in Indigo streams,
her soul uptakes all its sensual dreams.
and as she refreshes by Chambray falls,
listening to moaning chant of Gypsy calls
enveloped by mists of memories past,
embellishing her loves, so unsurpassed.
her ivory skin marbled sweet by full moon,
as her smile bequests all the heavens swoon.
closing her eyes she is thus transported,
to her true kingdom, it was reported.
thus on lavender nights, staring though the Elm
look closely for Blue, ruling in her realm.
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