Streetlight Serenade
Added 2025-09-18 10:00:03 +0000 UTCIn the quiet of the night, she sits alone,
Red knots weave tales on skin like stone.
Streetlights glow with a soft embrace,
A moment frozen in time and space.
Her hand rests gently on her head,
In the city's heart, where secrets are said.
The buildings stand as silent guards,
Witnesses to her poised regard.
Red threads bind her in the dark,
A vision of beauty, a work of art.
In the hush of the evening air,
She stands out, beyond compare.
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