It's Always MidNight In Her Eyes,
And With The Exotic Roses
Irises And Sunflowers
Our Love Sighs,
It Could Be Dawn, Noon, And Evening,
And Its Always MidNight
In Her Sweet Eyes,
With The Rain, Heavenly Moonlight,
And Her Champagne,
I Would Be The Very Stillness,
Her Sweet Love And Beauty
Forever Sways,
WithIn
And
It's Always MidNight
In Her Sweet Exotic Eyes
Reynaldo Casison
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- Published: January 20th, 2025 00:08
- Category: Love
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Here the repetition works .. and works well .. Nice one my friend .. Neville
Yes. Now thatβs right up my alley. Thoroughly enjoyed ππ»πππ»
Great write
Beautiful poem Reynaldo. The eyes are the mirrors of the soul and the repetition in your lines add emphasis. Love the use of flora in your work. It adds scent.
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