Surreal

The world is a dreamy haze in her eyes,
But deep inside something dies within this lie.
The sky is constantly stained with iridescent colors of the sun,
Tight woven threads of flowers are sure to not come undone.

In this imaginary world of her dreams,
Her eyes sparkle and her face beams.
Serenity prevails deep in her soul,
Careful not to disturb the beauty it holds.

The silent wind blows the painted leaves around,
The birds sing and the waterfall creates a crystal-clear sound.
Nobody can touch my world, but me,
My fantasies are swirled around, as far as the eye can see.

Her delicate wings are made of black lace,
Her flawlessness gives her a porcelain face.
The sweet aroma of innocence and beauty,
Make her world resilient as their duty.

The Turquoise sky takes her breath away,
Which makes her enthusiasm grow bigger day after day.
The myriad colors of the translucent rainbow,
Create an iridescent haze throughout her cove.

Everything around her is a beautiful sight,
Surrealism is pushing through with all its might.
The untainted vision of her art,
Is locked up deep inside her bold heart.