Tender strings of blue fall down,
From the dome bound by the endless sea,
As the daylight strikes the droplets, igniting nature's artistry,
An incarnation lies in those 7 hues, a newborn galaxy.
But then it melts away into the infinity- all that is left is a blossom,
Petals fly away, with the beauty entwining,
My dreams watching in awe, as they configure into a Phoenix,
The emblems of immortality of this kaleidoscopic matrix.
Come and swirl around me, whirl in eddies of winds,
Take me to my aerial dreams, snowy clouds and ivory heavens.
Here I come, a fruit of the divine, as the sun rays kiss my eyes
And wake me up from every regretful slumber, breaking the invisible confines.
So I put my library of expectations on hold,
And walk gently, euphoria sinking deep into my soul,
Epiphanies of mystery unfolding truth untold,
Maybe, I am finally me.
I peek into the strings of blue again and gaze at my reflection,
I see my heart aligned to a heavenly direction,
I see the hues of life resonating,
I see the cosmos in my golden orbs.
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