this barrier she wears a cloak of green that none can see
she sails through halls footsteps mute
black and white etched in minds as she passes by
butterfly's move down from there they flap their wings and move the wind on the arm of the bedouin
the screech of the birds over head
the smell of animal waste hangs in the cool wet air that light hasn't hit although it be day
a peacock strides by a neck so long it seems to have been stretched
iridescent matter captured at every angle
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