She had mirrors all around her presence
some reflecting her soul,
and few absorbing her grace
and then those shining reflectors oozing out
cerise of brilliance
in the shades of hues
that held her audience
in complete captivity,
some called it a miracle,
few said it was a spell
but for me, she was the evenfall
or maybe a summer twilight,
for the sky was her,
so was the hue and the bright horizon
and I surrendered
consumed in her awe

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