Nocturnal Poem by Michael Devant

Nocturnal



a glimpse of bliss
a simple kiss

a gentle touch
and it won't hurt much

a spare lonely time
and what yours will be mine

a pace of note
in the indecision i wrote

a black and blue and grey
a flock of indigenous prey

a swift quicken whisper
a silhouette of you in silver

a piece and a bit of mist
a turn in fate and an endless twist

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Michael Devant

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Bliss in Indonesia
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