Thursday, August 16, 2012

Sonnet #1 Comments

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You are as close to me as is my breath,
never to be separated by my death.
For each day I inhale the sweetness of you
as does the grass of the morning's dew.
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Edwina Reizer
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LAKEWOOD, NJ
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