september sighs

 
do not surmise a softer sigh
  would pass these ancient lips,
reminiscing hungry trips,
beloved dancing passion's eye....
o to breathe new life in word
o to flesh the dream again,
o lyricist renew the pen,
september love's encore I heard....


--Fr. Veni di Morte

 

 

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