And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
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Friday, October 8, 2010
Where are you my dreams- you slip away!
Poem by Marc Aupiais
How long have I been alone? Dreaming of your touch! Of your shallow kiss, Of your beautiful laugh and smile?
What kind of woman, Makes her man promise, Then makes every sort of delay, In coming to his hope, And learning, Of heart and home?
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