All dressed in white
The ethereal being
No name, no face, no place to go
Although, a being, whom many of us know
The colours start,
Around her ankles swirl
Slowly rising, encasing her,
surrounding her
They guide her with the rhythm
Move her to the rhythm
The power soar
Higher than passion itself
Like a storm she is pulled and torn
Whipped around by the many colours
Emotions portrayed through the many colours
The torment outside is not met within
There is an inner peace and calm
The colours take her beyond the highest feelings
The planes of passion soar
Gently the rhythm begins to slow
The colour lay the being down,
Gently so slowly
As if a babe in arms
Total peace
Total calm
The ethereal being has been satisfied
Your inner soul is calm once more
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