golden shovel poems
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Feel the Night Change By Nicole Kapise-Perkins We meet, we talk, but I don’t know you. Your eyes a flash of blue, bits of sky. I don’t know how it came to be yours, the sky. Do you have magic, that you command the very elements to your being? I would like to be…
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I remember nights when we would talkfor hours, candles burning away tonothing, words swirling around melike a symphony ofdusty-winged moths dancing to midnightsonatas. I didn’t know bliss was found in such simple things. ~Inspired by Jennifer-Marie Montgomery
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