ambient draped quieting glow-
white musk scented in full moon's stare.
Light fold of skirt, silk shawl discreet
thrum of heart somehow not in sync.
Treading slowly watching her feet
childish fancies, gone in a blink.
Proposal met with fingered pleat
quiet tirade, tears lost in mink.
To sand and sea she steers her mind,
whirling away with shuddered breath.
Last chance to leave it all behind
sinking her freedom's quiet death.












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