Blue fades into black behind her.
Butterflies made of light
Dance gently in the air;
This is the difference between dusk and night,
Between magic and darkness, between one and a pair,
Because one of a kind is rare
But two of kind means you aren’t alone.
Alone, like she is, as she stands
The frayed edges of water lap at her feet,
Pure magic clutched in her hands.661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqrnALzwMtA
Blue fades into black behind her,
But each colour flows around her
As if they both serve to remind her
That between day and night, pretty as they were,
There is dusk.
Dusk, when light dances
Dusk – there’s no second chances;
If you blink, you’ll miss it,661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCTaINvfYrP
So she doesn’t blink, not even one eye,661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnMJYOkbdAX
she stands still and watches661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd0s4zulmU4
As the butterflies kiss her goodbye
And leave her,661Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj1O5SSSRY3
No longer alone - joined by stars that stand still.
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