The dim reflection of the day,
Bares her faint still smile,
Holding my calming gaze,
But only for a little while,
Her tan smooth cheeks,
Blossomed throughout the evening,
Her voice alike the Spring birds,
Which was then letting us hear them sing,
Her organs complex,
Unlike a field of gray,
I beckoned to speak,
Yet I had nothing to say,
As the day wore on,
I figured all was lost,
Yet I knew I'd hear her voice,
Which would top it all off with frost.
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