Stranded here, amidst a clique of flair,
The feel of angst waltzing in;
Struck by the levin of vehemence,
She just taxes it all in.
♪～♪～♪
Hues, tones and tinges all around,
All the colouration brings her surroundants utter placidity,
But her,
It's brood, that's in her surround.
All that betters her vibe, is the trauncy of this facility.
♪～♪～♪
She weeps and sobs and shrieks,
Her cris de cours all in vain,
All the comely mountains and creeks,
Utterly and thoroughly bring her pain.
♪～♪～♪
She syncopes, pulling herself, in a fugitive kip,
And engulfs in a serene slumber,
Within a picayne, she mounts again,
In the comfort of her austere abode.
♪～♪～♪
She sits there hush, well aware,
That she'll never be able to feel the serendipity,
The euphoria,that the multitude perceives,
And then, she very bravely, but utterly tired, pilots to the divulged universe anew.
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A little background for the poem, it's about a very unique psychological disorder namely, the Stendhal Syndrome.
Those with Stendhal syndrome experience physical and emotional anxiety as well as panic attacks, dissociative experiences, confusion and hallucinations when exposed to art. These symptoms are usually triggered by “art that is perceived as particularly beautiful or when the individual is exposed to large quantities of art that are concentrated in a single place,” such as a museum or gallery. However, individuals may experience similar reactions to beauty in nature. This syndrome is named after a 19th-century French author who experienced the symptoms during a trip to Florence in 1817. Stendhal syndrome may also be called hyperculturemia or Florence syndrome.
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