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.467Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3ti2C6kBP3

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,467Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeY8V4v2iwg

So she doesn’t blink, not even one eye,467Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcLTZ9jymh6

she stands still and watches467Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuaqfu3bcnQ

As the butterflies kiss her goodbye

And leave her,467Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOgbrQR0txc

No longer alone - joined by stars that stand still.

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