Everything is a myth - the earth and snow. So is the girl so beautiful - lying on a mud thatched floor. She is bare with the most pretty skin - the one that glistens in sun. It's soft and oily - it's smooth with hair falling gently. She lies stretched with her back facing sky. Towards her head is a wall - the same like that floor.
The tones of colors of her skin matches with that of the floor. Ortonish the effect with a dusty core.
They are chocolaty the shades of her. A white flower so fragrant to lure.
An earthen pot hanging from the ceiling - drop per drip - drips the warm essence of healing. The drips bounce then float upon her silky skin. She gasps a breath then lies so still.
The earth embraces her from below - the cold of soft mud merging with the warm vapors on floor.
Behind her were clouds - grey and snow white. They drown in the sea of sky.
And she enters into her most beautiful state of being. Oblivious the body - mystical being.
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