Poem. I need the mood that wakes you in this drifting season. Twisting your thoughts sweetly, far from reason. Finding that gentle ache by searching for a word to fire the colour of a moonlit lily, For reasons that are wonderful, though blurred. The tuning of emotion, massages gentle senses.... Sign in to see full entry.
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