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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Our Sunset.

Sunset reflected in the silent stream.
In this never started or ... ending dream.
Wind whispers through the grass softly.
As the sun's rays brushes the earth's face warmth spreads.
The sun's comforting grace and as the sun slowly disappears. 

abandon stars starting to appears as diamond shining tears.
Wait until morning in the moon's dull light.
The sun rests during the dream filled with our kisses at night.
And still once more until the sun returns.
Reflected past ... the water's shore.

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