Glimmer of Eos

In the hushed amber of twilight’s embrace,

A visage emerges, soft and resolute,

Her eyes, gateways to an unwritten tale,

A gaze that whispers of dawn’s secret keep.

 

She stands adorned in gilded threads of daybreak,

A modern Athena in twilight's repose,

Her smile, a subtle arc, the crescent moon’s echo,

With a touch of grace amidst the glow.

 

Around her, the world bends in golden hour,

Each strand of hair, a painter's fine stroke,

Her presence a sonnet, in silence spoke,

A moment captured, where time does cower.

 

In her, the echoes of ancient myths breathe,

A portrait of serenity, in golden sheathe,

She is the muse, the artist's silent vow,

The embodiment of now, forever, and the ever ethereal how.

 

Let your thoughts dance with her quiet strength,

Dive deep into the pool of her tranquil glance,

For within the frame, a narrative enchants,

Inviting souls to ponder, in depth and at length.

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