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.458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMPYDx5Q3YX
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,458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG7G1LtBGnA
So she doesn’t blink, not even one eye,458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT92yjYZuAf
she stands still and watches458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrHdlCg09TP
As the butterflies kiss her goodbye
And leave her,458Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEvn1AnaHDm
No longer alone - joined by stars that stand still.
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