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By nicky_heart
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05/18/2023 22:40:25
A misty sunrise this Friday morning, my darling Rosine, fills the east with yellow, gold and red. The bowl of space a palest blue, sheds light upon our bed. The warmth beside my soul, a feast of love for only you. So let the birds with song remain within the morning hours, to pour upon the crisp new day a hope like cleansing showers. A quiet breeze so warm and slow has now drifted across our face. It brings the scents from flower climbs and leaves without a trace. It stirs our hearts. To love this perfect time like whispers lost at sea, we soar beyond the sky of fire. Together, we claim our desires, like leaves we float to earth, once more to close our eyes and be nearer to one another forever more.
Robert
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