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Grows The Night

Grows the night, and sweet dreams come floating and I leave my bed to fly with stars, I adore their twinkling, blinking ways, sometimes I rest on a crescent moon. Grows the night, and dark velvet holds me, embracing me close like a lover; I cling not wanting this dream to end, but know in dreams again, grows the night. ________________________ June 9, 2020 Poetry/Verse/Grows The Night Copyright Protected, ID 20-1259-281-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France

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Date: 6/10/2020 12:28:00 AM
Wow.. I like the sweetness of the dream and the flow of your words..Great write Constance.. Good luck..
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Date: 6/9/2020 8:48:00 PM
Beautiful and soothing, Constance! You are on a roll...hugs, Rhonda
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