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.630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzERKp0gMXj
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,630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1v0HuWGJkp
So she doesn’t blink, not even one eye,630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9K7dOudDDm
she stands still and watches630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuMWCK0tIgt
As the butterflies kiss her goodbye
And leave her,630Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlOtqL2J2IS
No longer alone - joined by stars that stand still.
ns216.73.217.39da2
and then Add to home screen.