Julie Arnoult Poems

The sky breathes into my lungs
A cool sweet breath
A radiant sun hides shyly
Behind her sheer silver veils
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In the storm of seraphs that fell from great heights,
In the winds that smoothed the fields of white;
His window was a lonely candlelight,
Warm and yellow that December night.
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A party, yes it was; a party lit gold
With champagne that sparkled in frivolous eyes,
Laughter that billowed through the joyous crowds
Of dames in lush gowns and gents in black ties.
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