Summer’s Cypris

Sun shimmered golden-crest hair cascading
like water down an endless crystal brook;
twisting, contorting, tracing the divine
curves of Aphrodite like a sculptor
forging alabaster beauty and life:
Every step a graceful, rhythmic ballet
that forever twirls its mirror in mind.

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