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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399650" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Night Dream (Cavatina Sequence)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(after Archibald MacLeish) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It had been a dream but seemed much too real; <br>her eyes, her voice, <br>had a quiet kind of lovely quality, <br>even her poise<br>had maturity, some kind of gentleness, <br>with no noise<br>but the buzzing of bees at a flower<br>while we lay down in fields of white clover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun fell hot on our skins, her smile was<br>very dazzling, <br>while her soft hand gently touched my face, <br>there was something<br>known in the way that she did speak with me, <br>how she did fling<br>her hair back, while my head did gently rest, <br>on her soft heaving perfect naked breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love I do not know she said and smiled, <br>but she was mine, <br>while we kissed in moments of pure bliss, <br>drank some white wine, <br>talked about some things close to the heart, <br>the curving line<br>I traced of her bended lovely back<br>while the greatest pure joy we did not lack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It had only been a rapturous dream, <br>that was fading<br>but her skin, her smile was kind of special; <br>away wading <br>into the vast ocean of memory<br>until reading<br>from the magazine you looked up at me, <br>I could not pass when your face I did see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: 'The Night Dream' by Archibald MacLeish.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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It had been a dream but seemed much too real; 
her eyes, her voice, 
had a quiet kind of lovely quality, 
even her poise
had maturity, some kind of gentleness, 
with no noise
but the buzzing of bees at a flower
while w..."></div>
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