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Apr 14
two figures in a storm:
but the storm is the spray
of the wind on the ice
as it melts in the warmth
of swans in the pale
beneath a full moon,

sweeping the pair
in the calm of the night.
like a painting
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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