A poem written in about two minutes about the fragility of life and the pricelessness of love.

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And in this silent hour 

where now the day goes 

to expire 

my thoughts drift on

angel feathered wings 

always towards you 

your touch, my elixir 

partake, I levitate 

above the ground 

into the sweet caress of

dreams, beneath the fragrant 

frame of moonlight

and the essence of your 

sweet alluring voice 

a soothing 

sonata

played.

By Wayne Russell

From: United States