Yet Another Picture Prompt - dusk

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,

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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;

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So she doesn’t blink, not even one eye,481Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmMmhCpIrEO

she stands still and watches481Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9XistfS1wY

As the butterflies kiss her goodbye

And leave her,481Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0Hkykf5JRn

No longer alone - joined by stars that stand still.

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