As steam blurs the bright twilight colors
The moon grabs a cloud to wrap around
checks its reflection biting her lip
The sea frames her light transcending it.
Twinkles her eye and smiles clarity
He whispers back: "You are beautiful"
She blushes, she trusts he believes so
So she ascends to the stary stage.
She will not have the need to outshine,
Nor to hide the craters in her face
To illuminate him profoundly.
It's not that she devotes her life to him
But his overflowing heat burns her
Thus covered to expose herself as art.
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