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"A Night With Air"

Towards the hour of breaking dawn,
laid a mysterious mist beyond the ground.
The original structures of the place are forever gone.
A new life with new beginnings is found.
Later in the hour, I walked along the water,
I heard nothing; the most peaceful noise.
Then appeared on the cliff, the faithful man’s daughter,
calling to me in a never maturing voice,
she asked me to her my love.
From all standards I could not turn away.
I told her to look for the light from the stars above.
She turned towards me and ask, “What shall be the day?”
“The day that sun meets moon.”
She looked at me with an undefined smirk.
“It shall be very soon.”
I knew right then her moment lurked.
I’m not the one to give her love,
she’s about to be dead,
her love supplier is the mythical dove.
On her part, there was plenty said.





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