She was nature, beautiful
But deadly, her cheeks as
Scornful as a rose, the smile hid
The thorns underneath.
Her presence though unseen,
Could be felt, like the sun's warm
Breath on bare winter skin.
She led him somewhere secret
As the night lures the stars,
As clouds gorge on the
Fragile light of the moon.
Over the crumbled bodies
Of leaves, into the alien
Land of tranquility.
When he woke, hands burning,
There was nothing left to see.
Only a faint feeling glistening
In the air, a failing heart and
A tongue full of dreams.
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