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Gold Dove FlamesAs I lie in sweet repose, dreams hum their songs into my soul. It is as if time has heard you whisper the wind into my heart. Fire spreads through my spirit as I see your deep eyes. They pierce through my universe. Your eyes ignite the stars that dangle; then drop. To slip-slide over a lake's surface as misty-eyed crickets croon night secrets into our bed. I toss my dreams up to the dancing beams of yellowed moonshine. Our souls meet in a moment when all of time stops to acknowledge the purity of our love at that hour when a Gold Dove inflames. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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