Warm, humid nights that
seem a dream.
To live your life within the theme.
They came and they went.
The loving was spent.
The precious time lingered
In rings on her fingers.
Loneliness became a way of life.
She never found a way to ease the strife.
With growing age, an opening
Amid the tender blooms of spring.
Visible, the great enchantment born.
Lost, the foreign feelings of forlorn.
A total sense of solitude
To ease away the heavy moods.
Warm, humid nights.
The candle light
? Michaelette ?
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