Twilight's melody rises
mournfully dressed in lilac hues
she grieves for the glory of the primrose sun.
The rise and fall of waltzing starlings
mirror the final breaths of the day
as with glorious mirth they beckon to the silvered chill of the moon.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
Twilight's melody rises
mournfully dressed in lilac hues
she grieves for the glory of the primrose sun.
The rise and fall of waltzing starlings
mirror the final breaths of the day
as with glorious mirth they beckon to the silvered chill of the moon.
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