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A poem to come ..... writing ..for M.I.M.S
On my brow, I feel those lips... if the moon could kiss. I would be the goat in the moon, intertwined in the phase of the crescent, rooting only in the spots where moon dust lays. Two flowers bloom, their fragrance carried by the wind. Night flowers, their whispers in the wind are like fingers, rooting in the earth, locked together like the strings of a harp. Our sweat is like the night dew. What sounds do night flowers make? What is their passionate call, where blood and veins rush, where senses stretch beyond touch - Pan Iconic 24/6k
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