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Jan 2011
My eyes are closed but are burning still
Like the moon on your lake
Inviting desire to hear words of love
On the soft air you breathe
In the love we make

I drown my thoughts each night in dreams
While the moon beams bright
Beckoning to the cold, I feel inside
To swim within your lake
So warm and right

I think I have glimpsed love, in its purest form
Flowing in you, so endless and complete
My eyes are closed yet burning still
I am the moon that swims
On your lake
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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Neva Flores Varga Smith
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Neva Flores Varga Smith  53/F/Rochester NY
(53/F/Rochester NY)   
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