Desire born of love
How I long for starry skies,And a gentle breeze
Softly whispering
Through the trees:
Lying in peace
On silken sand,
Feeling the touch
Of a loving hand:
The sea lapping gently,
Moon shining above,
My soul stirred by
Desire born of love.
Poetry by Marie Cadavieco
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Written on 2019-08-20 at 19:54
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