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With the rustling leaves
Of autumn's dawn The dusk comes sweeping by; The night thereafter Follows with a charming overture- The curtains swing right open As tender lips Of dew and mint, Besiege my sentiments Under a cloak of rustic light, Whose warm-red glow Lit desire- Smoke follows... Heralds the coming mist Of dreams- Yet waiting to be born. Under the swift envelope Of mystery- Erupted fire Whose flame forged Twin bodies... Under a canopy of desire Until the clock struck 12, And the mist gave way To uncertainty As the sleeping beauty Rose to sleep Atop a truant Gust. |
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