Redamancy
Where sky pinks into dusk
Where it
settles into moon's silvery husk
Where there
is blush of a crimson bride
Where the
flutist tunes are like pearls on a ride
I'll meet
you there where sun meets the sea
Where all
is eros,
all is
redamancy
The setting sun filled the sky with orange, but when she looked up from her room’s window, the sky appeared grey. It was a cold, winter ...
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