Beach Leanbh

Rookie - 0 Points (07/22/1982)

Curse Of The Dawn - Poem by Beach Leanbh

Stirring softness your hands caress what gently ‘cross they glide
Impending separation nears, the Earth’s rotation cruel and snide
Lay with me until the dawn. Not a moment break before
Do not quell this fantasy, O girl that I adore


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 12, 2011


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