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As Silken Petals Dream - Cm
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Beneath the arbor violet
where slumber calls her blooms
In stardust moments silently
as silken petals dream
Through woven vine of midnight lace
a’ peer this whispered eve
To gaze upon their beauty fair
illumined moonbeam eyes
“The night was a garden of eyes.” – The Blue Bouquet
Written for: Choose an Octavio Paz Line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
8/28/19
Copyright ©
Chris Green
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