Dante

December 9, 2011
By ThatGirlWhoWrites GOLD, LaVista, Nebraska
ThatGirlWhoWrites GOLD, LaVista, Nebraska
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The gentle purr of his voice
Lulls me into sleep,
When we’re talking on the phone
And I’m half in a dream.

When he speaks, I can’t help
But imagine beautiful things:
Autumn leaves, and summer rains
And pale-gold rays of spring.



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