Here I find you lying in wait
Amongst the rocks of a stream
leading to the lake.
You’re a sight to be seen
with your crystal blue eyes
intently gazing upon me.
The strands of your black locks
flail in the wind while your head
faces towards me, slightly cocked.
The moon illuminates your pale skin
with a tint of blue covering your lips
as you lie in a pool of crimson.
Image: Ankush Minda courtesy of Unsplash
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