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A fleeting smile once lit the open sky;
Its shimmer danced across the morning lawn.
Though beauty fades, its memory won't die,
And hope remains to greet the quiet dawn.
She waits in silence, veiled in gentle flame;
Her eyes conceal the secrets of the night.
The poet lingers, softly speaks her name,
And feels her presence glowing in the light.
No star can match the brightness of her gaze,
Nor endless skies contain her radiant fire.
Yet in his heart, he dreams her through the haze,
And longs to lift his soul with pure desire.
Her quiet bloom endures through shadowed hours;
A blossom wrought from time's immortal powers. |
