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Hushed And Hurried Whisper

The evening floats in on a great grey wing.
I am comforted by your airs that carry you                                                                                                                                                             into the twilight of afterthought and redemption;                                                                                                                                                 chartreuse and mystical purpose of love.

Your lips poised like moon beams and held next to me
seal me with hope that I may dry your tears                                                                                             of bliss as my heart falls to it’s knees in adoration.
In the quiet, I listen for the last beat of the day.

Your lips glow like the cherry blossoms poised                                                                                             in the purest hope of claim.
My heart follows your voice and the hushed                                                                                              and hurried whisper of your name.

My heart leaps to your footsteps as I wait in                                                                                           the moonlight for your secret bliss so that we may                                                                                   once again be falling as one in search of the brilliant,                                           &

nbsp;                             chartreuse and mystical purpose of love.

Your lips glow like the cherry blossoms poised                                                                                              in the purest hope of claim.
My heart follows your voice and the hushed                                                                                             and hurried whisper of your name.