The Lady

Dusk comes brisk and streaks the sky

dusting her cheeks all rosy..

and it paints her eyes all blue.

It gilds the horizon as though

it were an icon,

peering past the surface..

the onlooker observes deeper realities.

Fraught with beauty,

this moment stands still

as a memoir

as a testament

to a symphony

we cannot see.

 

 

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