alights from her chariot of fire
as the emissary of night
mounts his shadowed steed
an ivory hand whisper
over ebony colored ones
a look
a breath
a secret smile
dusk has come
A Last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I, now, reft of that confusion, am lifted up and speeding toward the light. -Maya Angelou-
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