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She With Gracefully Steps

Morning and we A sweet smile and gentle hug From me, you have, my angel. I'm receiving a message on my cell phone. Purple is the sky in the eyes. The long silver avenue was last night, with the mysterious image of a woman coming into the nightlife rumbling through her veins. What is this jealous moon hiding? It doesn't blink, Don't yawn, Just hold up, silent and smile something whispers to the surrounding stars. Hmm, What could he see? And she, she with gracefully steps. Steps. Not caring about anything. Typing a message on her cell phone. She really did not care about anything. The breeze is playing with long hair, and on her face, silver confetti, rustling mercifully, touching the surrounding murmur. Quite by accident, through a curious eye, it penetrated deep into the soul. The moment was divine. From that moment, I wished she was mine. That magnificent glow in her eye. That curious sympathetic smile. That trembling movement, her upper lips, turned mine, seductive Charm into dust and ashes. And so, acquitted of all, various illusions. I stood before her. What happened, what you stand , as a monument you are. Say something! Let me tell you something about the moon's changes. Shall I tell you something? I can't I Was a loss for words! You charmed me. Well, then, I will do it. I am Isidora. Shy one! Let's go to your wishes fair. I watch the kiss of the moon in her hair. I watch the kiss of the moon in her hair. Now, I know why and to whom the moon laughed sweet smile and what whispered to the surrounding stars. He, he! While here, the day opens its large palms, we walk hand in hand by the river, from the flat surface of which the mist is only slowly rising. After that, she and the sun settled in my life.

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Date: 10/21/2020 2:23:00 PM
Lovely poem..
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