(‘Blue Beauty’ in Czech)
Imagination, poised upon frame
slight, untainted, without much mass.
One would be floored by the magnitude
Of the weight of aforementioned thoughts.
Flowing, gilded strands worth millions
to floor, never meeting.
Closer to hips is where they descend when sighted.
of knowledge made seen.
Such inexperienced scope
from which to view the world inhabited.
Charm, more-so than naiveté
Is how it can be perceived;
caution to the wind
of how it is received.
Grand is the journey to be travelled,
many an acquaintance to be made.
Same as a pulse -
mimics our gait to pace.
Unto vials, mana, footpaths, and fascinating locales
Built to us a venue
with the subtle hint of ether,
we have our theme