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By wordley Date: 2020 Apr 01 Comment on this Work [[2020.04.01.16.16.4296]] |
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Come...follow me... As evening's velvet lips drain the last dregs of light from the sky, And the humming birds cease to hum, merely to breathe, To go where fireflies flash, as sparks struck from love's anvil, try To illuminate these hearts that now take leave.. Come...hold me... Where I surrender to you my last vestige of control, my fate Is woven in those stars that lead, yet leave no traces Of direction given, our paths become one through love's sweet gate And lay down in serpentine bliss, are one in our embraces.. Come...again... |