I do not need a choice of beautiful words to express your beauty
The term twilight is blended which means the rising and falling of the sun, unable to increase or decrease my admiration for your beauty
What I saw beautiful, will be beautiful, either tried to understand or not
The beauty I tried to describe with imagery and like, will not be dwarfed and superficial even though the word is limited
Or because the listener imagines only a shallow dive on the upper surface
Thunderstorms and thunderbolts, the rushing rain that the strong winds bring on the lonely night may mean uneasy and anxious.
But the sweat bath in the blazing and cold night that accompanied the lonely, for me are two sides of the coin
There are often two sides to something
But each side is the face of the form of beauty
Ti is different day and night, as long as perceived is beauty
Nothing but the beautiful, besides the beauty and the witnessing.