Poetry

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Living rays of sunshine in fragrant blossom
Hide their countenance from the silver face of
The moon riding high outside her window.

From twilight ‘til dawn, they in patient wait
‘Bide the night, keeping silent vigil o’er
The lone sleeper that lay before them.

She dreams of open air in the spring of her youth
Running through the bright summer gardens and
Dancing with the memory of autumn.

Now, as the winter winds howl outside her window,
She gently smiles and dreams of warm kisses from
A man with daffodils in his outstretched hand.

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