Painted Silks

Delicate silks, decorated in gleeful colours,

A stark contrast to the soft dark light.

Filtering through dense, lush and black wings.

Or not. The master of disguise, dead to the world,

Hidden under trails , tunnels, reflecting,

The wonder of the watcher, beaded and glistening,

The heat, encompassing, revives the soul.

And the painted silks, floating in bliss,

Come to rest against our humble skin.

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