She is a beautiful starry night
Her lands shrouded with fog;
And her fog causes us sorrow and delight
For the next day to come.
And she washes away his troubles
For he appears when the sun comes out;
Thrilling, yet willing
He comes into her clean residence.
They dance at twilight
Cleaned by the fog of her feathers at night
Before the next dawn when they dance again.
Ohh. Very beautiful and almost dream like. Very well done :)
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