Of a Day, Of Her

Dwindle not like lanterns before first light. Dance upon every dream as if within sands of sleep itself. Smile, and all deluge disappears, for none the sky would want less a view of her beauty. So far away she is, lit as if sun past the horizon. Not gone, not here, but there.

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