Still

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Letters to Petula

Still, still is the night, still are the love words lit
To become the candle-smoke wisps

 

That float above us in the dark, with your smile
Clasped gently in my hand;

 

As I breathe in
Your every breathing out.

 

- For my beautiful Petula

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