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Conversation

It seems

I’m not the only one

To wake and yearn

For my beloved;

Still is the air,

Save the gentle sighs,

Memories perhaps

Of the night’s embrace;

Leaves rustle in hushed tones –

Envying greens, scarlet dreams

And yes, some yellowed,

Burnt by many a rendezvous

With the stars..

The roses too blush,

Turning away

Dewy cheeks – imprints,

Wet kisses of moonshine.

They whisper tales

And I whisper back;

They speak in passionate longing

Of the ravishing skies

The charming stars,

The blue night,

And then listen

As I speak of you.

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A wayward thinker hiding behind the facade of necessary courtesies

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