Blind rain falls like an addict
Her leather self esteem cries
Tiffany lamp like a corral moon
Can a stranger’s whisper reach you?
Maple tree in the dusk
Angels come in the quiet
Tired of all hustle
Wind blows in the rainy night
Poets are lovers
My eyes look into your secrets
Wood floors with little elves
Hallways to your bed
Your heart longs for true arms
Do you believe in fate?
Are you open to Pablo Neruda?
Thunder like awakening stars
Let me hear your quill whisper
I am listening
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