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MIRA Feb 2020
In this intriguing angel dance,
Sight of nature moves and flows,
Sign of ritual calling for rain.

Steps making a shiny gallows,
Against her shady shadows,
Dancing as angel shall lose it.
MIRA Feb 2020
Her eyes were windows to her soul,
Aching sight of lovelinesses
Could see.

Realties were her black eyes,
Shaped only to look fascinating
And cold.

— The End —