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By the Lady in Red
Tenderness laps along the edge
Of unconscious gentle contact
Minds connect as arms embrace
Hearts slow to a relaxed pace
As troubles dim we seek to share
This pleasant notion in the air
Sudden shadows dusted pink
Gondolas glide; hope they don’t sink
But all that is, a passing thought
With drifting minds
New hopes are wrought
From broken dreams
We seem to rise
As gulls above us cease their cries
The lanterns light
Make bright our eyes
And with our lives entwined…
We traipse into star-kissed night

By BlueMoonHowler

© 2008 BlueMoonHowler (All rights reserved)


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