From another skies of the galaxy
She stretches her hands above
The universe,
She has lavender eyes
And often when she cries
Her tears have lavender scent,
She doesn’t understand the logic
And the primitive abstractions
Of your logic, enough for her sight
Is the tranquility of the lavender sun,
Without any form is her smile
Under amethyst crystal aura
She is waving in your world
Prominently.
She is my shadow unknown.
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