The shades of dusk lead to day.
On the wings of dawn.
Careworn no longer as the peacock drifts below weeping suns and moons.
Nearing enchanted waters under silver stars.
Mystical hours where amaranth and jasmine lie.
The pristine ecstasy of your golden thighs.
Splendor in lavender fields.
You are the essence of all that is beautiful.
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