In the perfumed night of Spring he whispers a song of love intense. In the halo of the Moon words linger on his lips like wine. In the silent obscurity of Dawn tears wash away his male redolence. In the tumult of Day only memories do I claim as mine. In the perfumed night of Spring I whisper a song of strayed innocence.
Reason for writing:
I'm experimenting with different kinds of poetry.
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