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When day is all but gone the light
Turns in falling shades of softening lines
Summer is a memory like a sigh,
Your hair fills the night air like a breath of silk
Your luscious lips kiss an infinite curving arc
Dreaming of palaces of stars in dark heavens
Reaching for unutterable freedom, imprisoned by beautiful remarks,
Holding your eternally, momentary 🔑~§~





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-24 at 03:33

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