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Out on the oceanfront
strokes of apricot decorated
yawning skies with beauty-
as a xanthous sphere
tangled itself into slumber.
Dancing the tango along
the skyline of nostalgia,
a beacon of light lingered-
allowing me to drift within
turquoise eyes--silent-
yet echoing of permanent love.
And it was then that the
lighthouse stood pensive-
as you gently kissed my lips;
hushing the night-
as the world hung with icicles-
envious of the passion we painted-
yearning for a perfect moment.
♥