SonetCrimsonBlue

Innocent dream

of lasting lov,

quality

 

of a fingerling-dove…

 

Perched side by two

hands

held tight..

As the midnight sky

turns black

leaving

the crimson-blue..

 

Sonet of long

passionate bliss

within

a soft evening

kiss…

sonetcrimsonblue

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