I found some of my old poems on my computer and thought I'd share a few of 'em.
(This one didn't have a title...)
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She is touched with light and grace
A tranquil visage is her face
When softly over tired brow
Does loves light wings their touch allow
And tenderly through raven locks
Do love’s adoring fingers walk
Savoring the deepest sigh
All so quiet in
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