“Never has she ever felt such harmony. And it seems like her joy just transcended her being””
Whirl of Beauty
She takes a freedom walk, showing off her arrogant beauty delicately sown in tulle and lace,
In majestic Venice where gondolas play soothing music to awaken the rainbow bridges.
Underneath layers of colored drapery, her dresses float like parrot feathers,
All around her, carnival masks made of metallic threads gaze at her,
She can hear a waltz in the distance: “One, two, three! One, two, three!”
She walks closer, until she finally finds the secret doorway inviting her to join the Renaissance Ball!
There, fantastic creatures rid themselves of their light, transparent veils,
And bow to the splendid regal Lion who gracefully roars:
“Let the party begin!”
White beehives explode in the air, throwing colored powder onto the frantic crowds,
Men, women, snakes and peacocks all join each other in one great dance,
Drawing circles of sequins, pearls and silk threads over the amazed audience.
Never has she ever felt such harmony. And it seems like her joy just transcended her being.
But the night is coming to an end, and there goes the last dance, taking her, one step at a time, back to the pale reality, along the canals of Venice.