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By catharses Date: 2001 Sep 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.24.23.53.17772]] |
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The quiet time of eve respite comforted in fireside glow held within another's eyes. Candles soften words flow, light music graces touch, lips pressed together, tender bliss. Seasoned cider fills the air, widows showing snow's soft kiss. And i awaken to a hot summer night locked within winters caress. Praying, that when my hand touches these sheets by my side, all the rest was but a dream. |