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Zephyr

For my Zephr Angel of muse and light. In this embrace of zephyr, in gossamer wings of my thoughts— I breathe your scent, and feel your touch. Your features glow in the colors of affection. Your touch caresses my soul to phantom depths. Once I have seen you cross the harpooned-golden moon, like swans swooning in grace upon the glass lake. Spellbound for ages, I have longed and waited for your glimpse once more.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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