Velvet curtains drape down
Flowing like a breezy river
The sun pierces through
Highlighting the room
Titian red
The color of dried roses which
Smell of cheap perfume

They hover over the windows
Ever so gently
Framing the world outside
Creating a renaissance painting

A mix of colors, of textures and sound
A work of art, exits outside 
Carefully crafted by the Gods 
No one dares touch it

Velvet curtains loosely hang
Separating here from there 

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