In The Darkness
In The DarknessI felt your presence drift near mereaching forth with tender handsstrong arms needing to hold me The darkness burned my skinturned my heart to melted lovelifted me up to the ache of...
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A poem of the night, that is only experienced by oneself - for the thoughts of the night belong to one alone.Jan
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So sadly beautiful and well written dear Sylvia....Well posted my dear friend!
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Sylvia, This is an excellent write and Jan is so right. The thoughts of the night, the longings of the night do belong to that one alone. Beautifully written my dear friend.Wanda
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Hi Jan, Yes, perhaps so. I am a creature of the night anyway. I crept out of bed and sat in the swing to listen to the pine trees talk when I was no older than eight. I am in love with the feelings I...
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Hi Mr. Leslie, I am glad that you like the way my muse put these words together. Thank you for the very nice compliment. Sylvia
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Dear Wanda, I suspect that you and I might be up at night dealing with pain, but even so I enjoy each night as I did long before the pain arrived. I love the moon and stars and the scent of the night....
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Hi Willow, How good of you to stop in and say hello and leave a nice message. I can always count on you. Sylvia
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Sylvia, You know US well, my dear friend. I must admit I like the night as well. If my muse will cooperate, writing at night is the best it can get. One is up, as you say, dealing with one thing, and...
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Dear Wanda, You made me smile because you remember how much I enjoy swinging at night and looking at the moon. Unfortunately it is in one state and I am in another. I do miss it. I knew you would...
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