Love's Reach
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Sandra Feldman
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With an air of Mystery,
Read me, feel me,
In the last white cloud of daylight's dying,
Let this form of love transmit itself to you,
In all ways of passion and plenitude,
Unexpressed feelings,
Too deep for words to conquer,
But that in some way
Will reach you, nonetheless
As I use the Moon as messenger,
Of this, most intimate, invisible caress.
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