The Night Dances
J
James McLain
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Lifting her up looking down
At the smile on my face.
Her shade of breath,
as I blow.
On her cloed lids of such
beauty and grace.
Once more untill.
Going down,
the sun has.
Once again risen.
To catch the dawn.
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