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She puts on her make-up,
to the moon a tribute,
a mist before the storm
as fragile as a moment,
untouchable as time,
as pure as the wind before

Her hair spreads out
like the summer sun
making love to a
golden field of wheat,
as shadow and light
design upon her body,
mountains and forests
and islands full of treasures

And under her chapeau,
she dances beneath
flashes of neon bright
on a smoky dim lit stage,
chasing the stars,
the moon, the night,
her heart and mind
in melodious flutters
and metrical leaps

Pulsated to another place,
another time,
forgetting her present
until the explosion
of applauses arise,
upfill and die

And night after night,
she lets herself be
carried away,
humming in unison,
becoming the music,
totally alive,
euphoric and wild,
captivated inside
her moment

Always burning with the
desire to...
oh to always be free,
so if you take her
by the hand
don't ask fate
for anything more
for it is she who holds it

Let her cloud you,
let her be transparent,
let her love you,
let her be carefree,
don't take the
pleasure she has
to never settle down

And let her fly above,
let her hold on to
her independence,
let her love you but
do not try to tame her,
leave her run with savagery,
let her keep her wildness

For under her chapeau,
she will forever wander
throughout the tangled
forests of her spirited soul,
dancing to the pounding
rhythm of her own heartbeat.



© Naomi Sara 2023