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Poetry By
Michael Dobberstein
Somewhere the sea is calm tonight. A couple pauses in the firelight. Here the wind begins its bite. On the farther shore the light's A couple whispers in the firelight. The wind is cold: leaves take flight While high against the cliffs, dreamlike, A couple moves in the firelight. Love, be true. The moon is white And a couple dreams in the firelight. |
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