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Race The StarsThe hush of the wind In the still of the night The sweet smell of perfume A rose glistening white It's soft velvet petals Caressing my skin Passions are born From the fires within Wrapped in the moment Two lovers in flight Racing the stars In pale moonlight Higher and higher We soar up above Igniting the Heavens In this thing called love By.Deb/nana5 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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