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Silent Passion.
In softly silvered moonlight
when all but time, stands still
she feels the weight of longing
run deep within the night.
As certain as a rippled rill
erodes the fallen years
ardent burns a heart aflame,
as onward flow the tears.
Onward too, abides the love
that constant rides unknown,
to circle round upon itself
and hold the seeds unsown.
Very
sweet write! And superb emotive flow!
~Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
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Thank you very much, I
Thank you very much, I appreciate you reading my words and taking the time to comment :-) Sue.