Hyacinth garden

often at the fall of dusk

purple-shaded in the vanishing light

before I could see the glow

I had to feel the heat

dusk passes to the night of dark azure

watch her stars play in quiet blue

jewels of radiance

her eyes dazzle me

shining like star-dust

her warmth can fuse

gracious fantasy beauty flows onto my soul

in the grip of fiery passion, poets give her adoration

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