The day does wane in blooming pastel,
holding within the colors of lilac fair,
a sprig of lavender hides amidst the dell,
whilst night bird song fills the air.
Clutched in green and dusted with blush,
under skies of parting embers,
a beauty so subtle, fluid, and lush,
that even the night remembers.
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Author:
benevolentbluebabe (
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- Category: Nature
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Comments1
I love it.
Thank you very much : )
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