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Friday, February 10, 2006

in her face

The echoing kiss,
The lover's restless summer,
The awakened song,
The night-bird's hour,
are all whispered
in her
face.
Posted by Adrian Neibauer at 11:54 AM

2 comments:

Anonymous Poet said...

I like the impressionism of this piece.

Welcome back! : )

1:55 PM
N. said...

Nice... very imaginative

10:45 AM

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