Unsung

 

 

 

 

 

 

The gloaming does not soothe like your smile can,

Nor the evening breezes bring the calm that comes

From your breath, lightly caressing the top of my head

My hair dances, responding to the unseen touch

Vows renewed in moments unsung, unstrung

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