The night flutters into the dawn...
The moon grazes the dark
over a river. I'd like to give somebody
the tenderness that is within me.
Wishes are boiling like young wines
Love softly cradles blood
The silence next to me dreams
the fondling of her voice.
I want her green gaze
painted by the far away clarity.
The moon, a silver deer
grazes the dark over a river.
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