Sometimes She...

Sometimes She
Is like a paperboard artist
Painting her French canvas
With loony songy paint...
Sometimes She is like a mosaic vinyl print
Casting only glossy shiny love
All over my drenched soul...
Sometimes She her golden hair unfolds
To let me die
An unnatural death
So welcomed by red carpet...

Sometimes She lends Her glow
From far...
From deep...
From the dark unseen cliff...
Standing there like a silver screen maiden, as if
To fill me with Her blessed supreme...

Sometimes she thus
Becomes a She...

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