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The Nearness Of TimePink dove, across the sky, your pinkish velvet wings fly free... Your tenderness echoes through the streets, heavenly you sing, a song of valentine's... Beyond the towns faded lights, your shadow beams down, across the crisp frost, your silhouette melting away the snow drenched paths... Like berries red, the lover's color is near, the edge of cupid's arrow, bright like the sun, the ground and trees all melting from christmas snow... Pure is the first sprinkle, a fluffy flake drops, on the old, is a quilted build of beauty to behold... Chirping of the robin in his trees so proud, nested up for the season, spreading cheer all around... Stupid Cupid aims his arrow, gently the lovers sing, by the bright lights of the tree, to build a valentine's dream... CYNTHIA ALUNING a.k.a. chitcyn January 22, 2007 Visit the sister site: Verses For The Moongoddess Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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