Before the day breaks (Remove filter)
BEFORE THE DAY BREAKS
BEFORE THE DAY BREAKS
All and most all ways there is a kind of a sort of a motion
When I look at you and I do
Taste the silk and silver on you to find
One of you in hiding from one of me to be
A posture keen to be akin to you and me
The air in slow vibration lingers
In the wake of your sigh soaring in kind
Of what says ever who tells never so ready
For caressing waves of f...
Thursday 16th June 2022 12:30 am
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