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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