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She danced under the moonlight

Deep, deep into the trees

Until the morning mist

Made her the dew upon the leaves   


She dripped unto the fertile soil

Where fragrant flowers bloomed

Then bees refined her into honey

And your eager mouth consumed


Your sticky lips, like summer, shone

As you sowed your field of corn

And the innocence of restless youth

Like a winter's coat, was shorn




◄ A New Breath

Broken Friends ►


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Stephen Atkinson

Wed 6th Jan 2021 22:51

Thank you Stephen, glad you think so.
And for the Like, Julie. Always appreciated.

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 6th Jan 2021 16:47

This is a beautiful poem, Stephen.

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