Blushed with moon glow
the hours pass slowly,
a lingering scent of rosewood,
fading footsteps at the gate.
She snuffs out the candles
flickering on the nightstand
saving their remnants for
another day.
With the elegant hands of
a fragile ballerina
she gathers her scarves and
stores them away.
Opening windows
to a room that belongs
to no one, she waits.

Mark Spain Art
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