Kiss of Dawn
All the fluttering flicks of the dewy-leaved trees
Send showering silvers to kiss and please,
But our lips, slim smit in the midst of these,
Send shuddering shudderings right through our knees!
Copyright © Brian Faulkner | Year Posted 2008
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