Season's Passion MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

The wind blows through her hair,
Fluttering in knots of goldenswirls
As passion trickles in the air
The light begins to fade
Passingher eyes over his
She arises to a dream
The tides of crimson ice
Driftendlessly across the bay
The moon comes to a full rise
As fireworks are setin their eyes
And his heart pounds soundly
When his lips pass overhers
Then all is quiet

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on Feb. 26 2011 at 8:34 pm
TanGem PLATINUM, Colorado Springs, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
Love is not a feeling; it is a gift, an act, an ultimate sacrifice. -Me (Em)

Wow, this is beautiful! Love it!

Please check out my poems too, if you get a chance!


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