Her color of sound

 
She fires flames into a living force of cold rival
Makes invisible empathy spells her archetypal,
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So the cycle in mind to form her world round
Angel song to chorus a mass held spellbound,
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Of revealing the woman transference
Everything creates by a spoken word,
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Then attuning her ever finer currents
Eternally rebuilding a new crossword,
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Always staying as a hidden whisper to a shaded wind
Feminine mystery unlocked a knighted kingdom end,
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Her tender dew-kiss petals float unrequited streams
With simple heart a sigh mind in new lighted dreams,
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As her vibratory fiats never forming out of place
Crisscrossing this fire from her darkness of space.