She runs
from her sundry
monsters imagined,
stretching her shadow
into the lush and
lucent embrace
of the blushing sunset—
twilight promised,
but not yet.
The Girl in the Golden Hour
from her sundry
monsters imagined,
stretching her shadow
into the lush and
lucent embrace
of the blushing sunset—
twilight promised,
but not yet.
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