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EVENING'S MISTRESS

Sitting on the column of the pier
warm wind whispering through damp velvet
waves clasp the shore
stars like pinpoint diamonds shine
blue-black night knows no fear.
The silver orb
the evening's mistress
rises into the night
dressed in pale silver blueness
a light azure
her crowning point
glittering jewels
adorn her brow
so she glides gracefully on
with night.
Warm wind whispers
rustling leaves
evening bows down
his mistress sets
Day comes rushing in
to discover .
nothing.

Krjsten Ann Nystrom

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