Bride of the Rainbows
A bride of the rainbows
Attired on starlights
Galloping on the cloudy roads of the sky
Wielding a plethora
Of kaleidoscopic flowers
On her fermata fingertips
A key to many hearts
Pulling oddly beautiful cards
From a cooking cauldron of disaffection
A quiescent egret of the heart
Presenting to me, her world
This candlelight, led in retrospect.
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