A Poem
Like dropping dew, off the sunset rays that blend and curve, tonight between she and him
Him, who touches her heart without another following, through the winter nights, her coat white, warm, enveloping
It is he who loves her, inside, without, and for-ever, her heart hopes, bleeds, sings, for-that-dream, that hope inside
And so, she turns toward and down quiet walkways
Melodies play two-by-two with guitars and flutes, and rain drops cry beneath canvas awnings.
She loves him.
~lms*

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