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Hillside Memories
Upon the velvet hillside
and in the breeze that swirled,
I gazed down on the valley
and lavender unfurled.
I felt you deep inside me,
you stirred me with sweet song
along my spine a trickle like
a brooklet skips along.
Your fragrant spice within my breast
that teased my senses raw,
your touch cooled ancient burning
like mystic springtime thaw.
The whispered call of love’s voice,
the ache of distance mourn;
upon this velvet hillside,
your memory I’ve borne.
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