Poetry at it's beat
The Pallid face of night
The pallid face of night,
is upon us.
The zephyr vernal,
slashes through our apperals.
The glow of sea creatures,
adage the oscillate palm trees wave,
to divulge a reminiscence,
of all millennium.
Our spritual fire and loathe,
we keep our odyssey
upon the pallid face of night.
Love Escaped by Dawn
I feel you with me
every moment.
I thought I saw you the other day
but it was not you,
it was only a shadow,
drowning my hopes.
My pillow has the scent of,
your skin
my bed the heat of your body
and in my dreams
your passion soars,
As the sun rises,
the passion winds down to
the pit of satisfaction to an illusion.
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