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| Words embraced my night then drifted into morning
summer warm and for a while I missed those words that swept so smoothly through my mind and quiet heart of dreams while songbirds fed the gentle air with heaven to prepare the earth for tolerance of another flightless workday in the concrete zone. They promised they would stay but on waking there was only wordless silence then I felt their echo rise, sweet memories and blush of perfect lover�s touch that must leave eternal trace of grace upon pale skin of breath, for they had kissed me while I dreamed and drifted into summer warm to join them there. |
| *image: Lee Bogle |