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Each night,
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July 2016 Each night,
my heart, it....
Still calls, for you !
It still, try's to, rule .....my head.
So I just sit, n stare.
As there's no one left, to ....share.
Whilst amongst, the pretty flowers.
Black panthers, silently lurk.
Hidden by, their vibrant colours.
My thoughts are.....
Sending,
all my dreams.
Whistling
on the wind.
Giajl © Jim Love
