All Was Golden in the Sky

in the conservatory,

with the walls enshrouded in black,

she walks in.

yellow slippers snick across the floor,

and a red skirt fans out around her knees.

an orange long-sleeved shirt completes her outfit

the colours merging

like a phoenix in the middle of summer.

her hair is a shade of brown that glitters ginger

in the reflection of 

electromagnetic waves

and he has never seen anything quite so 




and she smiles, a shy smile,

with the grace of a planet.

The End

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