in love

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(in love), — the dawn's romances
sent to beauty sleep, (the poetry),
which I composed it… (last night)
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but if you'll feel some thirst for it,
sip its whispers spiced in passion
and decanted in my inviting verve
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if it tends not to catch the message,
let your heart roll the dice, to find
poetry's idyllic sculpture twinkling
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it's chiseled with the desire's breeze,
and satinized in the sea's pigment
at the hour of our vulnerabilities…

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