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I only glimpse it now, so far away, but bright and clear.
The rapture of a fading world - another place, some other year.
Those nights of shattered moonlight strewn on marbled seas,
where frangipani whispers were caresses on the breeze.
From the shadow of the palms I watched you dance
the tideline, shed your silks, and with one glance
you robbed my soul and beckoned wit...
Tuesday 21st July 2009 2:23 pm
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