Yellow aura in the back drop,
Dwells within the well confined prop,
Infects soft shadows in brunette;
Seduced they light up the silhouette.
Wings exposed to the sensations,
Quiver in anticipations,
Etched as feather strings of delight;
Long to fuse with this earthly sight.
Free me from all worldly bond age;
For I dream to fly in my craze.
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