GARNET

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Isn’t she a vision?
Jewelled glimmer to astonished eyes.
This farce of a gloomy night,
Dare not do her any justice.
Broad resplendence vanqishes,
Continuous brilliance in every way.
Astral stars above endorse her smile.
Gentle wind wisps her auburn tresses,
In such a parallel radiance,
Forming a striking makeshift tapestry.
Adorned in nature’s wonder,
Morning has no other choice,
But to genuinely linger.
In its mystified pause,
Pisces of the bewildered puzzle,
May not fit in rapid speed.
In the midst of the acute climax,
In this momentous awe,
Formidable ambience,
As the hourglass ceases,
One must sincerely confess…
Isn’t she an exquisite vision?

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2024.