Nisha the night

Tenderly is how she wove

as she swayed across the way

her gestures all in welcome

to the greet of a moonlit day,

her skin a gentle hue

under an open evening blue

her movements almost soundless

moving steadfast up to you,

right behind she sits in wonder

at the simpleton in her view

her body shimmering softly

at the thoughts of what to do,

but as daylight breaks upon the land

her signs are left in hidden places

bodies void of its precious juice

backwards, leaving her no traces.

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