The dawns bright light thinks she's the first
She spirals in and out of sight
Like a damsel with feet, submersed:
She climbs and soars like a flashlight
Never comes back: The moons hearse-
Waits in long shadows, like a pearl
With; kisses now softly accurse.
A Gemini's, touch, awhirl
Of sister's jealousy — Away…
In the cold eternal, light of day.
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