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Night of the August Moon

Night Of The August Moon She loved and left all too soon my lover from nights of the August moon Hair so black with eyes so blue we joined, we fell in deep love , we two Time stood still as we demand our hearts beat in each other's hand Dawns birthed new days of thrills we roamed the valleys and forested hills Ages passed in those blissful days hold out against life's mysterious ways Fate sent its messenger to cast a separation that sadly did forever last Sun is black each day at high noon as I cry for my lover of The August Moon Robert J. Lindley, 1/1-2015

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Date: 1/4/2015 6:22:00 AM
beautiful RObert.. :)! How are you?? HAppy New Year to you and your family.. ! God bles you always!
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Date: 1/4/2015 12:47:00 AM
Reminded me of a theme song for a sad romantic western! I like it a lot!
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Date: 1/4/2015 12:42:00 AM
An excellent love poem, Robert! :) john.
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Date: 1/3/2015 6:16:00 AM
Brilliant Robert, so visual takes one right there into your wondrous sentiment...Happy New Year
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Robert Lindley
Date: 1/3/2015 8:28:00 AM
Thank you Harry. Happy New Year to you too...
Date: 1/2/2015 6:31:00 PM
Oh Robert that is lovely, very romantic and yet so sad, I hope you are still not crying for your lover of the August Moon, take care my friend and happy new year to you all...........Vera...........
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Robert Lindley
Date: 1/3/2015 8:27:00 AM
Thank you Vera.. No, I have only desires for my loving wife.. She that soothes my heart, soul and mind. I write these poems from memory---the memories of ages gone past. My muse gives me much to ponder and write.. Some quite sad and some very happy. When I write of the past most is about the unhappy, turbulent life that I once lived.

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