Lustful Drops
The moonlight of spring runs fast
Into its sensuous nightingale,
As the fading shadows break out
In some kind of wretchedness
Rooting backward if it were against my face
What an astonished contemplation!
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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