Seated at a table on a cloud
Hovering near an edge at the top
Her eyes pierce the approaching onset of fog
Her smile is a contemporary sonnet
Accenting a melody set to high tide
Passionately and rhythmically in her own way
On a cold Winter night
A river to the left; A city to the right
A bottle of fine red wine
Street lights dim as a steady fire burns nearby
Transferring time; Transfixing minds;
Transcending darkness and haze
The light of reason and likeness of minds;
Seal her moonlit lips of virtue
As a new beginning shines
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