"Metamorphic Whispers"

"Metamorphic Whispers"

Wings—
A flutter, a fragment,
Butterfly prayers in kaleidoscopic frost,
Whispering metamorphosis
Through the crystalline veil of time.

Eyes—
Azure windows,
Mirroring oceans of unsaid truths,
Glimmering, yet heavy with mysteries untold,
Each lash a guard of fleeting revelations.

Glow—
Luminescent echoes,
A halo of transcendence,
Wrapping her silhouette in whispers of starlight,
Carving the soul’s path to eternity.

Adornment—
Butterflies perch like jewels,
Each wing an emblem of frailty turned fortitude,
Telling tales of rebirth,
Of cocooned darkness unveiling radiance.

Skin—
Porcelain canvas,
Etched with constellations of memory,
Soft as ephemeral light,
Yet enduring like unbroken dawn.

Whispers—
Each flake of snow,
A thousand voices of the universe,
Crying for the fleeting beauty of existence,
Begging us to listen to the songs of becoming.

And she—
She is the dreamer and the dream,
A keeper of veiled truths,
A muse of the eternal ephemeral.
Her beauty is not of the earth
But of the soul, forever in flux,
Forever seeking its wings.
@poembyselly

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