There is a beautiful between sunset and the

pulling arms of night.

Where a whisper breaches the veils of soft light

and willow branch lips release

satin thoughts.


Turquoise eyes swim in the wander of catching shadows

while we stand under a failing

gray sky, listening to quiet.


A ballet of hands dance into place as they

seek shelter from the cold,

melting beneath into one voice.


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