Pink Lemonade Periwinkle
Pink lemonade and periwinkle pie,
she smells of leather and honeyed-oak.
Eyes dazzling like a summer night's sky,
hair as sooty-black as wildfire smoke.
She smells of leather and honeyed-oak,
her cheeks flush with the pink setting sun.
Hair as sooty-black as wildfire smoke,
the night has only just begun.
Her cheeks flush with the pink setting sun
as she oversees her land with goddess-like guidance.
two celestial bodies brought together as one;
an unlikely, divine and empyreal alliance.
As she oversees her land with goddess-like guidance,
eyes dazzling like a summer night's sky.
An unlikely, divine and empyreal alliance;
pink lemonade and periwinkle pie.
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