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your hair was hanging down your back

Your hair was hanging down your back and hid
your shoulders, tumbling waves and rays of sun.
I kiss your pale and gleaming shoulder bid
with gold, the purest action ever done.
You looked as far as eyes can see across
the field and river, sighed against my chest
and then I heard you laugh and saw you toss
your head for love of fingers on your breast,
your eyes, my essence, stared at mine, I fear
the separation, ending what can say
my soul in words, I treasure, hold so dear
your voice, your giggle, tussled hair that may
have freedom streaking yellow, black throughout
the strands, their promise never will I doubt.

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Date: 9/19/2017 10:52:00 AM
Another beautiful sonnet!
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