She is like me, autumn her love
Like a bird I might wish my freedom
Eyes like a sapphire full of desire
Hair of gold and lips of fire
Thou art like the waters, so soft is thy skin
Thou art the raven wishing he could sing
Like an ember, this I writhe and I loathe
A flash of lightning so shattering thy rest
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Digital painting
2953*2953 pxl
300 Resolution