The sun was hiding in its beard, the light enriched the noises that one heard.
A lady walked right through the edges of its marble and smiled towards the luminous sparkles.
When light had shown its final dance, the lady was close to her final stance.
She whispered senses into all her moves and started meddling with its gloom.
Her final dance commenced once the sun's brightest dark had reached her heart.
The silent moves brushed shadows on the sky; the darkness engulfed her body from head to thigh.
Her final dance filled my heart with love until I could get home without my everlasting grieve.
