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…s pace through A glorious room of fragrant breezes — Its silver face alive, it slithers pulsatingOn to a violin and bows and kisses its way homeWhere alighted and composed, the poemIs born — ”shh” be quiet, please, be quietThe queen of the night is singing its song
Sylvia Wohlfarth
David Rudder
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So beautiful Sylvia...A masterpiece...
Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.
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