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would you hold my heart
if I willed you come,
to dream in fields
of clover,
where ravens fly
to gift the sky ~
the dance of
wing-ed lovers.

Would you take my breath
if upon a kiss,
these words of truth
were spoken;
an ancient tale
of fair thee well,
promises
unbroken.

Would you calm my soul
with tender verse
without remorse
or sorrow,
til one we are
amid the stars ~
a memory of
tomorrow.

. . .

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