Surrounded with a natural essence,
Through an overhanging of vine,
A path to paradise awaits its aspirant.

Vibrant and irreversible,
The colors prove various along its walls.
An atmosphere of scented inspiration.

Shimmering, the end of the tunnel impends
A glamorous offering to it’s explorer;
Or a lengthy amble for the frail.

Though no words are spoken,
These thoughts are enough to ease
Her endless nights of insomnia

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