Twilit Love
The days where the morning dusk ,
Stars timorous to light up at night.
A drop of clear salty liquid
rolled like rainstorm,
At last Love brought grievance.
Deluded by your love
Illusively dancing with you in white,
In a desert filled with roses.
Where fearing Love
pays death servile breath.
An augury which may never be,
Stupor by this love,
Disguised as felicity,
Let it be known that your love
portends the End of my Days.
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