A diaphanous face
And longing filaments
Her chiffon robe
Cast softly yellow
Upon the spine
The disarming sepal
Against the nettle
Her ruffled cloak
Sheltering tender fruit
To guide the zealous thorn
Lest it stray too far
In its rhythmic dance
And pierce the petaled veil
She will mist with perfumed air
And intoxicate the viridescent scabbard
LiNdA
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