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And after a very difficult winter,

V--- is happy to show some skin

and feel the rays of sun surging

through her violet veins, thinking

the flowers will bloom soon

and the grass will get greener.

She grabbs a cute little outfit,

consisting of a single skirt and sneakers,

and she gazes in the mirror

for a moment of satisfaction.

Then she bounces downstairs

and brews a cup of fine coffee.

On the streets, she strolls aimlessly until

an apparition appears and makes her tremble.

"Find the pink pomegranate tree

and I shall reward thee with a happy scene,"

the angel beckons invitingly.

V--- notices a discreet dirt pathway

that she never knew existed

and she follows it into destiny.

She locates that her perception

is changing, and her presence

is vibrating like a bee with whimsical wings.

The trees she sees are vibrant as a dream.

Do you wish for me to continue this poem?

She skips along through the forest

of bare but bright brown branches

and her eyes are immediately sumblime, 

with a pulsating, pink, reflective glimmer

of the bedazzling tree,

awaiting idle on the thrashing-grass hilltop, 

which she was called to seek.

As she approaches the heavenly mirage,

an angelic creature of whispering fog,

who sits peacefully beneath the green leaves,

floats eagerly to meet

the gorgeous maiden with an ethereal kiss

then wisps into nothingness.

V--- now walks ever so nervously

toward the enticement of pomegranates

a beautiful fruit.

She remembers what happened

only moments ago -- the ghost

knows her soul, and she is aglow

with a profound aura of surrender.

Falling on her back in the pillow of grass

bliss becomes a bomb, exploding

into music of a flute and a song being sung

passionately through the psyche.

Everything is gone. I'm the only one.