Her reckless heart
Has come out to play
In a world where beauty has the final say
She dares to dream of flawless symmetry
Where even in the obvious lie seams of mystery
Sartorial masters of the glorious past
Speak tales through symbolic colors and lines of contrast
Some reigned selflessly on a minimalist seat
With asymmetric hems and contemporary pleats
Some stood tall on a flamboyant throne
Where patterns exhibited a mind of their own
Icons walked the length of this land
Draped in innovations composed by hand
A longing for the intangible formed a licit affair
Thus, the streets projected their individual flare
And so it all became but a freedom of expression
By virtue of change, love and suppression
Beyond what the eye can see
Illustrations on the pages of history
The world of beauty, a subjective story
Through my eyes, this is fashion and all its glory
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