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Feb 2015
Outside your window
Rain turns to gold tonight

Moon drifts over high branches
Cloud passes

Warm light from your quiet room
Gilding the streams down your glass

As you comb out your star tinged blonde hair
Flowing in waves in to ocean space

Your white Victorian nightgown
Sighs to your naked feet

You stare out at the drowning world
Your eyes constancy
Turning the rain to gold.
Im a true romantic, as you can see.... here is my ideal woman! Not easy to find these days.
Written by
john lindsay  manchester
(manchester)   
334
   --- and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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