You filtrate in my dreams seen with open eyes,
Your lilac silence beguiles my mettle,
Amaranthine lush adorns the flare of sight.
Purple canopy forms retrospect tunnel,
I stand beneath to see bell flowers alight,
For they shed luck on seer, ringing their fate.
Beyond the veil of your fern, matures night,
And maiden moon gleams bright to inebriate.
Can skaldic mind ever peeve you, I surmise.
Let me tread your path ablaze, Jacaranda!
Till I merge in skyline of your placenta.
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