<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477165" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Purple Evening</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I breathe you in as we kiss.<br>Your hair smells of moor<br>The tang of peat. <br>Fresh. <br>Of the heather, wildness.<br>The close purple of evening<br>Slowly creeps across the sky.<br>We take each others hands<br>And slowly walk into the moon.<br>The becks sound a watery serenade.<br>We seem float on the early mist<br>Which rises as the earth loses heat, <br>But we are warmed by our love.<br>Insulated from the chill, content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">April 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0">P H Brookes Copyright 2011</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Brookes">Paul Brookes</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477165" data-title="Purple Evening de Paul Brookes" data-description="I breathe you in as we kiss. Your hair smells of moor The tang of peat. Fresh. Of the heather, wildness. The close purple of evening Slowly creeps across the sky. We take each others hands And slowly walk into the moon. The becks sound a watery ..."></div> </div> </div>

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