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Perhaps there's a reason, Why dusk remains so short Dancing between the lips of sunset And the longing sighs of twilight It is a silken scarf that comes Undone in a moment of passion Weaving threads of desire, colour and rising heat All in one, to create a maroon thread of light and cloud Before disappearing between the thighs of the horizon and the stars.
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Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
Dusk
Perhaps there's a reason, Why dusk remains so short Dancing between the lips of sunset And the longing sighs of twilight It is a silken scarf that comes Undone in a moment of passion Weaving threads of desire, colour and rising heat All in one, to create a maroon thread of light and cloud Before disappearing between the thighs of the horizon and the stars.
Moksha
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Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
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