'Twilight'
By christy
The sun is mango lava flowing down a purple cone. Darkness wakes to peer through ten thousand blinking eyes. Evening's scent descends, moving wolf and owl to sing as Luna strokes their heads with silver fingers. Crape myrtle ignites its amethyst torch drawing curtains of insects in gray chiffon, and night and day merge briefly like two lovers stealing time. Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 05:53 AM PST 0 • 10
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"The sun is mango lava..."