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Celestial Wings
Beneath the full moon’s ghostly glow,
A butterfly’s face, surreal in its woe.
Eyes of galaxies, haunting and deep,
Secrets of cosmos her visage keeps.
Rose and rust on her gossamer wings,
Echo of angels and apocalyptic things.
In nebula’s cradle, her beauty burns,
Eerie and soft, as the world turns.
Ink and watercolor, splattered and stark,
She dances through night, a luminous arc.
Her hands, her gaze, perfection divine,
A dream of creation on silk’s fragile line.
with love, By Mojo