We have our silhouette against sun rise, When we stand, staring in our grey eyes, Yet the sun may bear witness to this tryst Start a blog.
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My Muse
I love your dimples, joyful grace on your smiles It stole my stare each time I looked at your face, Night falls herald day’s end and our retirement But for the Sun’s slumber we gladly wait Evening is timid, passing through the horizon, The setting sun took her gold from morning There’s a fire made… Continue reading My Muse
