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.631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPdLBnz1ulM
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,631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3wdkKcQlZ4
So she doesn’t blink, not even one eye,631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlEXRdrR3da
she stands still and watches631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4WgZpUf7DA
As the butterflies kiss her goodbye
And leave her,631Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYatohA6UD5
No longer alone - joined by stars that stand still.
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