Twilight’s sadness
The stars weeping
Yet below their gaze
And angels dream
Happiness and contentment
Elusive and betraying
Slip her grasp
And leave her downcast
Through life she whirls
Burning joy into others
And admiration grows
As her beauty is beheld
She dances lightly
Feet sheathed in gossamer
On supple legs
That carry her through bliss
Radiant tresses
Glowing brightly
Crown her head
In a dazzling nimbus
Coursing strength
Body and soul
Raging through veins
Filling her form
Proud and erect
Standing against the storm
Drenched with mist
And prancing through the maelstrom
Quiet Dreams 
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