Curse Of The Dawn Poem by Beach Leanbh

Curse Of The Dawn



Stirring softness your hands caress what gently ‘cross they glide
Impending separation nears, the Earth’s rotation cruel and snide
Lay with me until the dawn. Not a moment break before
Do not quell this fantasy, O girl that I adore

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