Name flora

Rainbow patterned spirit
Vibrant aura
shades numerous
Name - Flora.
She was liked her fragrance
often considered strong.
Deep into that storm
she was long gone.
Which was devoid of fragrance
but had visuals full power
Of the beauty of the valley .
and poisonous flowers
Tempting was that vision
Tempted was she
Touch was the act
And there died she.
In her agony she realized it all
that all attractive things are not good but strolls
It costed her self to learn it
It took her spirit to adjourn it
She was fragrance and she knew it
Was not ‘touch’ - an other genre’s hit
Visions and touch were sister sensations
She was from other creations
Beyond appearance and structures
Her nature was to be felt without architecture
She was born to fly
to endless destinations
From heart to soul
till elemental emancipation
Where from she got into other departments
Maybe to learn that those were simply tents
Significant where they were places and met her
But unable to equip her with her home’s fur
She caressed that flower one last time
Left her memory and entire lifeline
And once again set out to fly
In a new diva for some happy cry
And this time she knew the dilemma
Of pain of pleasure and her stamina
That no matter what befall
She was bound to face it all
Coz she had the role and strength to do that
coz she was cosmos herself yet its pet
None could have accompanied her forever
None had the same nature she had of no matter
Being accompanied was painful for her
As it required a closed bottle without stir
And there were pangs of extreme jolts
To allow her moments of credited freedom and find faults
But that was not acceptable to her
That was not what was her
So she understood it all and stepped out
To touch new realms without any doubt
She had no expectations no complaints anymore
All she had was loads of dreams in store
And she knew she’ll make them true
Coz she was fragrance far off from woo.