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Nightingale
The night stays long, in the darkened still. Waiting for love. A song to thrill. A wink, a word, that hapless glance. Written on gossamer threads, a hope, a chance. In the echo, heard in their night, two lovers will kiss. Thus, will end their blight. Raine Les 1/14/2010 |
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Just beautiful...
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Ditto...
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From blight to flight, to many a happy night.
As for you poem, its simply OUT-OF-SIGHT!!!!! |
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