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A Garden Of CloverHere I lie In a garden of clover Sun and cloud Slowly drifting over Knelt beside me Sweet lips brush my hand A symbol of love Between woman and man Trembling fingers reach to hold a flower The smell of its nectar An intoxicating power Lilies dance gracefully Beauty in this dream pond Misty droplets of dew Still hold...not yet gone Lengths of pillowy green Caress my tender skin Caught in the moment of a blue sky A new love does begin So look for me there East of ginger trees In a garden of clover Love is waiting there for me ~THE FLOWING PEN~ Vote for this poem
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