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Rated: E · Poetry · Mystery · #2227944
A love poem.
Above the high cliffs which hang over oceans vast
The tiny house clings on the mountain like a child's toy
Where my dearest sleeps in her depths now warm and cozy
Pillowed soft, her head rests on in breaths of calm serenity
Tranquility comes with a gentle breeze through open windows
That should be closed as winter soon will make a call
One day in the distant future I will return to you my love
Rolled in on the somber fog at 2:00 am to touch you
To hold you tight and kiss your rosy cheeks
Then leave as quickly before you are alarmed
Never to hold you in my arms again
We must remain as friends and spirits to each other
Two people who never met but never will forget

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