The Lady Transparent in Blue is dreaming about
her Prince Charming - his melodious existence,
his geometric lines and the patterns in his mind,
the future shining so bright within his mental
vibrations; his words strung in enchanting lines,
colouring her mind - filling her with love - and
the hope for something more than earthly
existence; she dreams of the Prince’s touch
on her heart, kindling a fire that drives her
wild with desire...
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