Her hair flutters in the golden light
a lioness
she knows words like chiaroscuro
and chimera
Her eyes, lit by twilight
chase the evening star
from blushing clouds
The sunset, pink and red
inking out our silhouettes,
releases shadows
snaking through the grass
and trees,
eloping with the night
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
Her hair flutters in the golden light
a lioness
she knows words like chiaroscuro
and chimera
Her eyes, lit by twilight
chase the evening star
from blushing clouds
The sunset, pink and red
inking out our silhouettes,
releases shadows
snaking through the grass
and trees,
eloping with the night
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