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Have you faded into another day,
only to linger with the night
where a thousand dancing dreams
kiss your brow.
I think daily of your smile,
imagine it's depth touching green eyes
as upon my eager mouth
your stare hungrily remains.
Towards each night I stumble,
barely managing to steady my feet
as they quickly - too quickly-
run into tomorrow.
You can never rush fate,
it's pace breathes by it's own beat,
and what we get, we know
we were always meant to gain.
So - with this in mind, I sleep,
as dancing dreams lean
towards my sun wearied brow
and administer their kiss.
17/8/08
Viola Grey
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