The Setting Sun

When she emerges, the sun disappears,
And the moonlight shyly dims.

People risk their lives, in the face of such beauty,
Which is precisely what she expects.

She brings peace to my heart,
The only balm for my open wounds.

Her love has driven me insane,
When love is such a divine gift.

She lightly increased her gait,
As breezes blew from the north.

Her hair cascaded down her shoulders,
Enticing, yet coy and bashful.

Her jewelled eyes mystical,
Reflecting serene colours of the sea.

She was so elegant, merely turning her neck,
Like an unexpected drizzle from the clouds.

I saw rivers running along her eyelids,
And tears within them, like sailing ships.

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