This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at TAMU chapter.
There where the orange and blue meet,
Where the day becomes night
And the sun hides to let the moon peek out,
Where the stars come to play,
And the clouds step aside.
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You found me whispering verses,
Painting old proses,
Dancing in the garden
And contemplating roses.
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I found you lost in circuits of time,
In between the tenth and the ninth,
Tangled in power lines,
Electrifying heart.
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And the night and day met
in an unforeseen event.
My eyes encountered yours.
And the sky went gold.