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| Beautiful Nights O ye Departs
Night… she shall fade As the days wane heedlessly. My heart blesses her graciously And with gentle prose we radiate… Relentlessly. Tis simply of the moment. The night kisses the yore. And careless symphonies induce us as passion. And that passion tis not just fashion… As we’re caressed… Everlasting. So, We shall dance with this charming darkness With us and our candles lit. Our zeal more compelling than a kiss, And our warmth more divine than even bliss… I introduce me to thee as art… Before… I depart. Zashfiia Ckalembee Copyright ©1999 Tilden Clark |