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Tuesday, May 17


Two half moons formed a full moon
Bright, eloquent, proud an' free
A pair of eyes watched it as soon
As they cuddled in a balcony

Poor dumb shore had a fit that night
Envious of the unity
And in spite of it’s devious plots;
It added serenity

I watched the love birds in onyx iris
Felt the passion in their touch
Was it a midnight dream of caress
For joy couldn’t have been real as such

What power was there in those lips
To yield me numb an' paralyzed!
And what touch invaded my limbs
That Venus I symbolized

Although far away, you stay
The phantom of my memory
Delighting my midnight dreams
And drifting my reverie

Posted by AyyA:: at :: 3:32 AM::


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