SERAPHIC MELODY
She is dancing on her own, on a tune; nature has been playing for so long.
Slurring on every line singing a completely different song,
Sunlight striking through the drapery of leaves, creating a spotlight for the God
Voice echoing through the dense trees making every creature freak
Waterfalls drumming on river beds trying to blend with her melody
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All the songs I had heard are starting to mean something
The lust in my eyes seems to be fading with the wind
A blinding scenery prettier than the daffodils Wordsworth wrote about
Is this how Psyche felt when she first looked at the God of Love?
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Still contemplating if she is a mortal or a nymph from a different space
So, unworldly in her touch, blooming all the flower buds
Is it a mirage, or does the land looks like a colorful bed?
Hiding her form, she is performing with the wind,
Her hair swinging like a musical film
I just can’t look away. Afraid to even blink, what if she fades soon
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Look how fate twisted my desire,
Some crushed leaves turned me into a witness of the folklore
Eyes so big and so deep, I think I just saw the universe in its totality
Are they sucking my soul like a black hole?
Nothing moves on; she is still finishing her show
Paralyzed by the touch of her sight
All my thoughts are wretched and filled with fright.
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The skies seem angry at my thoughts,
Roaring in my ears, striking their swords near my foot
Drawing rings around the nymph
Burning the colors off the ground
The picturesque doesn’t seem Utopic anymore
If there was motion in my bones
They have forgotten how to move
The bright spring has turned grey
Gloomier than the darkest hour of the day
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Her songs have turned into fireworks,
And the melody of nature is starting to sound like deafening screams
Wood’s getting bright like the sun, igniting fire like a golden galore
She is still dancing with fervor in the rings of fire
What started as a dream looks like a nightmare in the end?
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Trapped in a pretentious act of free will
She doesn’t look like she wants to be set free
And my skin is too afraid of the heat
Not another setback, a catastrophic mishap
I don’t want to see such beauty shredded into ash.
