poems of my soul
ripped out pages on a stream
dead leaves drifting by
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so often i look
just to see if you have looked
at your words i wrote
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i watch with pleasure
passion carries you away
trailing moans and sighs
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As if a mist,
Gown of gossamer gray,
Long time fantasy
Walks the beach
At sunset on her way
To meet her lover
Seeking me in
Lengthening shadows,
Fading with the
Bursting rays of
The setting sun,
And as often before,
She is gone,
Just a memory
As if a mist.
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floats on sunset waves
carried gently into night...
where her lover waits
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poet mortal man
busy creating beauty
does not notice death