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A Light

Inside her thoughts she shakes her head
A secret kiss hovers ghostly on her lips
One thousand miles away in his house of clay
An eternal heartbeat propels the night
He feels her hair brush lightly his face
In the perfumed air with her 4 o'clock Grace
She pirouettes unworldly spins a thread
From Psalm to Hymn bright diadem




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Written on 2015-07-09 at 04:22

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
hehehe... 4 o'clock grace, eh? I don't know... I think at that time all graces are gone from me ;)

This is as always very beautifully put... kind of transports me lightly and pleasantly... and takes my thoughts to serenity in some way... Very nice - thanks.
2015-07-13


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very beautiful. Two people entangled in time and thought. The last line is so bedazzling.
2015-07-11