Henna

I've henna on my hand,
The design like a fertile land
Leaves a fulfilled impression;
My palm tingles with an expression
Of joy and a childish glee-
Is it the red henna or the inner me
Smelling sweet like flowers bloomed,
Down goes worries and out the gloom.
The henna is in its full splendor,
Displaying the vivid dark color
For me to inhale the merriment-
This henna is filled with contentment.

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