Gift of Time
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On the edge of soft twilight
Before all else greet morn's dew...
I wrap you 'round my bosom
And allow this gift of hours
To savor love-coos, just mine;
Drinking deeply your fresh songs
A pleasure newborn babe grants.
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Constance La France's Contest
HM's and NA's October 2020 Poetry
Submitted 11/2/2020
Written 10/29/2020 Judged 11/1/2020
For 49ER Contest ~ N/A
~edited syl count via how manysyllabes
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2020
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