Candice Witherington Poems
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In the early morning as the moonlight glistens on soft, sweet dew that covers tender blades of grass; my arms are longing to hold you.
When the twinkle of the stars gives way to the glory and warmth of the sun as it slowly climbs over the mountain tops; my lips long to kiss you.
As low abstract shaped clouds that cover the sky finally relinquish their hold to Blue skies with brightly colored birds floating on gentle breezes, singing their song of happy abandon; my body aches to have you near.
When the white hot heat of the formidable sun burns at its brightest and the ...