Betty Stewart Poems

Passion as was the fruit
Upon his lips
Sweet juices from thy lips
As passion slid
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You are my true vision of a sweet storm
As wind soars to a whisper.
I dream of a symphony.
Moon and music
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He happily inhabits water loving mounds
And thrives in deep shades of rich
Bronze shaped with gentle curves for
A brief parade
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Rainfall and season of interest remain attractive
On sunny slopes during fall
In cool climates
As a sprinkling of starry colors emerges
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