NightFall
They say my heart is done.
Then why do I swoon...
so effortlessly at the moon.
Like a wolf my soul howls
dancing barefeet in my mothers garden.
...
Then why do my hips move
so effortlessly against my lover
to the errie music that comes from afar
making two souls and hearts one.
...
Then why does my hair still glow against my skin.
Eyes twinkling like the ocean at sunset
mouth parted staring up at the stars.
swaying in the wind is my nightfall white dress
...
They say my heart is done
but my love still lives on.
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