When Latin phrases
Kiss the pages
Of the hearts
Sweet lullaby
Bitter sweet
Loves falling robe
Its breathlessness
Its story told.
Angels wishes
Dance up high
A floral Heaven
A pining sky
Mystic sorrow
You become alive
Loves fleeting glance
Fades and dies.
Each light footfall
Room to room
Dainty steps
That started all
Vibrant peak
A bed still warm
From Summer sun
To Winters fall.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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