The sun descends
After the utmost
Of perfection.
Beauty dripping down
The fabrics of the sky.
Failures erased
As mistakes are dried.
The stars sing
Their quiet melody
As you and I dance
In the twilight.
The moon watches quietly
As a perfect night is made.
There she stands
In all her wonder,
Imaginations are silenced
For they cannot compare.
This world is our dancefloor,
As we move
With boundless grace.
Take my hand,
The day will never end,
As you are in my arms.
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