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,

Pure magic clutched in her hands.363Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUIRsY7FJK8

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,363Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡli739HTJCv

So she doesn’t blink, not even one eye,363Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOdq2xRwXma

she stands still and watches363Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡe43xq4I1uN

As the butterflies kiss her goodbye

And leave her,363Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2aR16zc1lL

No longer alone - joined by stars that stand still.

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