The Peacock’s Soul

A reblog from an earlier post.

Don't You Forget About Me

(Art – Peacock Krishna, but no artist named)

Her colors of personality

Stain you ruthlessly

Especially when encountered indirectly.

She simply captivates

With her innocent pigments.

For she is an old soul, with innumerable unnamed tints.

You will be happy for her as much as yourself

As she skims the creams of mortal life

Guiding so many sinners, to better tomorrows.

You can physically feel

Her ethereal, contagion fingers tickle

With effervescence of a budding anticipation inside your chest.

Her purity and innocence

Dance in our darkened corners

While wearing a tailored ballgown of ebullient aspirations.

But it is not just for you,

That she parades:

It’s for mankind’s capable future.

She is humanity’s mascot,

Offering us flavors of the sharp piquancy of hope

A gift that is full of dry rich notes that fill your every sense of wonder.

Her emitting aura of love,

Baptizes us all in dripping potential

With arresting shades of kelly green that sing beside fatty full-bodied blues.

Her royal purple is mixed as an life…

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