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Jun 2014
With The Scent of The Dew
.

I hear
… my heart.

My eyes
… are closed;

I feel
A touch…

A velvet rose.

The taste
Your lips…

Such wine
… is mine!

Again,…
It's rain!?

Sounds of the chime.
Theresa M Rose
Written by
Theresa M Rose  QUEENS
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