the tempo is gentle,
a slow instrumental;
percussion to tremble
cymbals that resemble
rainbow solar halos,
clouds from space volcanoes.

invisible emeralds
flickering fervently;
fuel and fire combined
with rainy day splendor.
a superb pretender, 
she never surrenders.

knife-like truth tears my mail,
spills my guts; tells my tale
with omens for entrails.
if the devil's in the details,
let's distill the quintessential
and identify the fundamentals.

adorable dreamer,
please show me what you see
inside the rose mirror. 
gatekeeper of the deep,
your eyes seek & receive
these secrets; yours for free.

Written by Jungle (N.F.N.)
(C) 2021, all rights reserved.

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