Artist: Ananya Aloke
#butterflydance #100words
CREATION
The artist looked his Muse and smiled,
How ethereal she was, he thought;
Her eyes were closed, as though beguiled
By a dream, in her net-like memory caught.
Ruby-red, her lips glistened in the light,
Her marble face with its crown of golden hair,
With orange streaks reaching out into the night,
The cosmos leant over to kiss her, as did the air;
Shimmering around her in a mantle of every shade,
She smiled back, aware of his adoring gaze,
Luscious greens, airy blues, and sparkling jade,
Yellows setting her lustrous hair ablaze.
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