Balefire leaves drifted from deciduous trees,
silently still, as an azure lake latched to perennial sky,
the rust-colored sunset slowly smothered sound.
Her midnight eyes were buzzing humming bees,
as Arcadian days bled across nebulous pathways,
my languorous core slipped to shadowed caves.
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