Twilight's mystical prose
have fallen from your seaward gaze
a language I cannot escape
loud upon my beating chest
Wander with pine needle lashes
that seek from your eyes
and levitate with mine
with words left unfound
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that seek from your eyes with words left unfound
Author notescredit pic (Beauty___by_moonchild_ljilja) A contest entry
Im still revising this piece. Constructive criticism is welcomeComments
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