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Willie R. Bongcaron, PH

 

the night is ripe
to pen you a song...
the waves are still
and the music shall bind
you closer to my heart

 

 

unkempt
the front yard
at dawn
after a fiery night
of ecstasy and romance

 

 

into the night
staring at book-pressed petals
when the moon is full
long after you were gone
to make love to the wolves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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