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She bathed me
in a pool of
       her  sweet nectar
        Undeniably
             She’s
     the reason for
               the sweetness
of my heart ,
           It’s hers
                To  Keep
My heart is hers to keep......
 Jul 2018 Antony Glaser
Cné
Is It
 Jul 2018 Antony Glaser
Cné

Is it the wave kissing the sand
          or is it the ocean
                   deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
                                  often hard,
but always with passion?

Is it the sand kissing back
        or is it the land
            happily losing ground
with every kiss
             to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

.
Crow in the sun so black,
You are blue, a dark shining
On the green innocent lawn.

Crow in the sun creeping,
On land you are awkward,
In the sky you are blotting.

Crow in the laze of the day,
Your eyes are unbalancing
In the gardens overgrown.

Crow in the sun so black,
You are shimmering dread,
On the green unkept lawns.
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