She drinks the evening sunlight in
Amber and ocher, swirling steam
Like hot tea, it tastes of cinnamon
The fragrance of lilac hangs
Lazy drops of amethyst about her wrist
Silver bird song spins and twines
Through her hair, through the night
Moonlight wraps her in his arms
Starlight crowns her pretty face
Leaves move in the breeze,
Play a waltz as she dances
If you ever see her
No doubt you'll be enchanted
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