Cremello hair cascades in front of the eyes,
she eases,
but does not tease
with each marked step
a rhythmic hallway cadence.
It is not golden skin, but a veneer,
like rays of sun vanishing on the horizon,
one turn and each sparkle
evaporates
and then an appearance,
like a symbol projected against dark street,
eyes that are both
dark
and light.
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