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Come, my dear,suffuse my skies...with your tender light,be the tug of a distant,lavender moon,the one I can feel, even...in my deepest slumberbe the k..
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These days the afternoons come adorned,
with a bouquet of fresh rain,
with solitude hanging
in huge, grey
coffee-cups of clouds,
..
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My dear, what can i say,
i have dreamed of watching
volcanoes erupt with you,
with our hands
cupped over our hearts
of sha..
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May your sunlight remain
entangled in my hair
May your dust
fill the corners of my house
one that can never be swept a..
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Ahh...meeting a handsome stranger's gaze...
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Let the nights come like a
clearing
in the woods....with a silent
beckoning
where i may gently...
become aware...
of surre..
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There is an ache,
sometimes,
sweet as lychee-blossoms,
too tender,
to be molded in words
too raw, sometimes,
too beautiful,
of ..
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the joy and beauty of poetry!
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Let the moon come like a mysticaltraveler, from halfwayacross the skyseeking shelter, right before...my windowfrom where it may gently knock...upon th..
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you should be more careful,
when you move, my dear
what with you...
spilling moonlight
into my poem, with a mere...
flick of your hand..
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