Wearing jewelry, I, a painted peacock, grew out from a tree that had been planted by seeds of rubies, diamonds, sapphires and emeralds. Branching out in nature, the river of the cosmos flowed by where Baby Shiva bore me a mirror. But what I appeared to be and the reflection of my physicality was fleeting and escaped me like a Maxfield Parrish billow of smoke. The Goddess Lakshmi looked on.
3 comments:
Beautiful imagery. Really gorgeous! X
Is a female peacock called a peacunt? I must know.
Why thank you Jutin Bond i stole em all! / i dont now Mitzi but im calling some1 that in the next 25 hours.
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