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By nicky_heart
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04/19/2023 05:49:54
 Good afternoon, my darling Rosine Meadow grass, dew white, I saw your face in starlight. We met one windy summer night As I slowly walked toward home. Your eyes and voice a story told Of mares, and foals, and stallions bold. As we galloped down the road Our hooves would kick loose stones. Your hands were wings of gentle birds And touched my cheek like whispered words And spoke a truth I had never heard In the all the days I’d roamed. Stars were flowers in a sky field. The bright blossoms the night yields. I watched as you kneeled To kiss a fragile rose. The growing wind then filled your gown. You took my hand and pulled me down. We lay together on the ground. You said your name was Love. Robert  |
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