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The Twilight, a Mystery

The breeze from the last night's coming Through the window, advancing in fire Like a kiss-watery mouth raising questions of who are you? Over the Ocean, the rippled desires rowing In delicious circles. I stand up, and I begin to shake That even the waves of this Ocean are backing off In a foaming haze. Am I ready? Like a waterfall That streaming from my soul the distance Of this depth, drive force?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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