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Feast Of Summer Moons A Poem by Eve aka Corset Tonight and all over the earth, there is merriment. Cocky birds will dance at maske and vest., and many times at best I have dreamt of this in sadness still to awake with laughter within my breast. and yet beyond these lids and lashes, the world is still our oyster, whether it be hailed by sighing violins or paired by charmed footsteps. Madame Butterfly; my cupid kills in arrows and so grieves her; her Puccini, should love speak beyond a reasonable torment of expectation. Let her feast then beneath the moons soft with light and with souls as bright as sunlight, brilliant upon the water bound not by counterfeits of passion, having railed so long at love, that it does seem to have become a habit. Whisper again to a ****** night, that dreams with eyes wide open, sailing to a song within. Love is ancient and ageless and hearts will remain young forever, for which men and women will hunger, because, amour sweet amour is a feast and fit for summer moons.
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
Feast Of Summer Moons
Feast Of Summer Moons A Poem by Eve aka Corset Tonight and all over the earth, there is merriment. Cocky birds will dance at maske and vest., and many times at best I have dreamt of this in sadness still to awake with laughter within my breast. and yet beyond these lids and lashes, the world is still our oyster, whether it be hailed by sighing violins or paired by charmed footsteps. Madame Butterfly; my cupid kills in arrows and so grieves her; her Puccini, should love speak beyond a reasonable torment of expectation. Let her feast then beneath the moons soft with light and with souls as bright as sunlight, brilliant upon the water bound not by counterfeits of passion, having railed so long at love, that it does seem to have become a habit. Whisper again to a ****** night, that dreams with eyes wide open, sailing to a song within. Love is ancient and ageless and hearts will remain young forever, for which men and women will hunger, because, amour sweet amour is a feast and fit for summer moons.
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
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