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To A Kiss I look at you, held in my arms, Looking in dark mysterious pools. Your eyes make me break all my rules, Fixing me with your cobra charms. Lips touch, creating magic benign Dull day takes on a different sight. Feeling your warm lips melt on mine, The day brightens, dark clouds turn white. During a kiss, you cannot hide With the commitment there is pride. First holding back, then surrender Giving in to all that splendour. Ryter Reothicle |
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Again Again a cycle spins the sky, while snow tops glisten, moonlit eye in watchfulness, intently clear, awaits, as longest night draws near. Nearby, a wistful twilight sigh, like song of gentle lullaby, in shades of dreams to disappear as winter comes to commandeer. Deer settle on the forest floor, beyond their breath, a lapping shore. Above, soft wings of night fall still anticipating nature’s will. Will winter sneak through slitted door or thrust it open widely, roar, "Beware, take care, north wind blows chill, in icy swirls it curls until...?" Until sweet harbingers of spring rejoice with buds on opening, with strings of ribbons on the wing, replacing strands to start again. Gloria Carpenter |
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