Through the desert, colors from a dusky winter sky, resembled of a varied kaleidoscope
His bare feet over the cold dunes of sand, but eyes etched on her by her window, watching the dying warm rays shining off her dusky skin
Night fell and the ramparts kept growing, hiding the window bit by bit, him losing sight of who she really was
Was she teasing him, did she not see him in such delicate love, sublimating him from the inside, for he could never accept that she and her palace were a mere mirage
~A~
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