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Aug 11
frivolous nymph casting her gaze
in the green shades of the tree
touching her softly under the moon
caressed by the shooting stars

my feelings tremble and faint
consistently failing to accept her
being merely herself on her own
behalf behind the fading lights

fill up my glass, give away my sigh
got to have your own source
to water your plants
not waiting for the clouds to pass
Written by
vendi  Vienna
(Vienna)   
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