Twilight hour

May 15, 2012
By ziting wang BRONZE, Nanjing, Other
ziting wang BRONZE, Nanjing, Other
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Twist of her wrist,
She bites her lip.
Her pale blue eyes,
A far Island.

The light bounces off her into the dusk,
Her shadow blurry in the gloomy light.
Her assassin’s blade struck the pilgrim with profanity,
True intentions barely missing their targets.

The author's comments:
It my response to my personal feelings. Though started out real, it ended in a abstract form.

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