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Demoiselle! O! Demoiselle!
Your robustness is a wonder to behold—
For you have embosomed thorns, and bathed in hell.

The feels of pains and dolour are the asphyxiating
Smoke in your little cocoon—draining the colours
Of hope and the will of living off your beauteous self.

Demoiselle! O! Demoiselle!
What a goodly piece of art you are?!
—a reflector of Him; an empyrean gift to the world.

A lusty survivor of the mind and life...you are!
Celestial art in human form; Love with breaths and heartbeats
—a garden of unparalleled intelligence and imaginations.

Demoiselle! O! Demoiselle!
What do you desire from me?
A prose of your aptness, or a push up the ladder of life?

You know who you are...so, why the hesitation of gracing
Your soul and the world? Of what benefit is the dark cave?
Why are you letting those hideous demons take charge?

Demoiselle! O! Demoiselle!
Let free your vans—break the cage and savour freedom!
Colour your sky with serenity and let your stars glister evermore!

@poetickaleidoscope

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