lotus.

She woke up in a indigo meadow of plush grass

The pyrolle sun shines brightly, warming her face, healing time

The lemon jello sky soaks in her eyes

She is laying on her back, arms and legs outstretched, nestled nicely

There are spirals of sage, laid out beautifully, in a perfect circle

Spirals and spirals, spirals of sage, displayed on a meadow stage

She’s in the center, she breathes salvia leaves in the sage breeze

She gently exhales whimsical tales

Purple pixies are in the fuchsia trees, carefully knitting salvia leaves

Her incandescent white gold heart is majestic and poetic

Spirals and spirals of sage, created with a salvia glaze

Spirals and spirals of sage, pulsating on a crescent stage

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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery