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| Winter's End |
| There is no dying doubt as such, as though you tremble to my touch, there is no crying court to see, you dwell in my hot memory. There will come a day, when we will surely play, the mistress yesterday will sing no dark delay. There is no other thought, that's thought. Desire blooms aware, unlike it's taught. Passion plays no game, no game, and love is more the same. There will come a time, when lovers will entwine, create an intricate rhyme, emotion reels sublime.. Whether the feelings, a hundred ten feelings,or more, can unlock with key a long door, a door to the soul, the soul, window to the self to know. The two lives will be as one, taste the summer dawn, glory in the shining sun, winter's end is done. � 2000 DPMcClellan |
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