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About This Poem
As The Morning Rose
From the moonlit silence
where no one could see
nestled deep within our secret
hushed and quiet with belief
a loving song spilled endless
through the tree's soft sway
as the dawn called forth a vision
traced softly with starlit dreams
as sunlight fell gently
through each tear drop on her face
reminiscing in silence
I brushed her silken face....
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