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By the Breath of Twilight,
When Labours Cease and Silence,
For One Fleeting Measure,
Like the Soothing Caress of a Lover’s Hand
That in his Lightest Touch does Ease the Sorrows of the Day and Burdens of the Mind,
A Balm as Sweet as Dulcet Wine to the Lip and
As Fine as the Harmonious Melodies of the Lute,
Fills Each Lingering Breath with Sighs,
Dries the Water from these Searching eyes,
When in that Shifting Light, ‘neath the Lavender Whispers of Eventide,
I See Your Most Beguiling Smile.
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~Morgan~
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Very nice indeed
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Thanks Ever so much Rajiv!
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Thank You John 🙂
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🙂 🙂You are very graciously welcome.
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