Celebrate, Celebrate, dance to the music 🎵

Ascending the
Cantilever staircase as light
as a blizzard of feathers

her hair is the color of passion fruit gathered from a late summer orchard, her eyes as soft as butterfly wings lit high on pear shaped cheekbones.

She is a rhapsody,
a melody of mirth. With a wink
and a smile she invites us in to her world of silk and tapestry.