Overture

A symphony of sights

A cacophony of colours

Relentlessly moving forward

Through the raging thunder

Forget the festival of Lights

For darkness is not as bright

Yet she shines luminous

In crystalline folds of amber

Russet, gold, and grey

Through the rainstorms she plays

Shimmering phospherescent

In the dying light of day

Moving in three-four time

To the humm of a distant rhyme

Swaying to the beat of her heart

As she dreams it all away

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