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you are my rainbow after a storm, a paradise, my home-
a perfect painting, a sculptures form, your Edgar Allen's poem. Your words are a sonata, your voice like a serenade- a nightingale, my opera, you're William Shakespeare's play. |
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ferment 🍇
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Softer than bubbles, "I love you"., under her breath she mumbles. Her lips like petals off of grape blossoms Vine- brushes my cheek to meet my kiss, by then the grapes turn to wine. ©R. Wordsworth
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insomnia 🚫💤
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As I eavesdropped on Nightfall to the world Serenade,
long after the Sun marches through its Celestial parade- before Heavens Goose lays another golden egg, I lay awake...... © R.Wordsworth. a.k.a CrowsMoon |
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