How Does It End
Quill n hand
Ink is black
Words frothing
Lost in thought
Words breathed forth
And set free
Two souls meet
Blend as one
Passion ooze
In the night
Dim of moon
Lust or love
Writer knows
He leaves it
To our thoughts
Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2013
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