The lady in white

Confusion

I mingled into profusion,
I Mingled into your soul,
There was creativity from confusion,
I created my own new world.

Immaculateness and promptness,
their existence erased.
We now drift in the momentum,
We dance unfazed.

Theres no one to bind us, no glittering cloth to cover these eyes,
emancipated in our sweat and joy;
I have wriggled free off the invisible shackles.

I mingled into profusion,
I Mingled into your soul,
There was creativity from confusion,
I created my own new world.

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