The sun looked to her quietly.
Through empty limbs and still air,
It showed the last of it's strength
In a flood of golden rays.
She caught the light effortlessly
In curl and lash and rosy cheek
Soft and smooth with lips still wet.
And the sun looked to her again
Asking how then should it shine?
The answer came forth slowly
With the open of those eyes.
Were there any place under star
Ever looked on by man,
Of who's beauty dreamt equal,
It should be content to shine there.
For the light here burns brightly
And touches skin found not wanting.
The sun then felt helpless
And sank deep into its shadows;
Leaving her there
Still shining...
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2015
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