<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=542980" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Midnight Song III (A Sonnet)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A spell of Monsoon and a whisper of chill are her entire orchestra<br>A trickle of rain and a mild gust are more than enough reason to begin a ballad<br>She composes a rhythm of desire which wells up from deep within<br>Her voice rings through the barricade and calls out to me<br>My windowsill rattles with urge and my door hinges creak with expectancy<br>My entire abode is eager to welcome the sweet music that rings through the frigid night air<br>My soul is no less fondled by her whispered songs than by the sensual lips from which they pour forth<br>When the waiting doors part urgently on the stroke of midnight, they usher in the queen of the night<br>The goddess of midnight whose praise is neither the sole delight of my mouth nor the exclusive prerogative of my heart<br>My entire being glories in her lyrical prowess when her voice is but a breath away<br>Now, she strides regally to her waiting audience and waves her magic all around<br>Goodness! The clouds in the highest heavens despair with envy at the sight of her charm! <br>Euphoria come and gone; bliss in place of bliss; desire, weak and worn<br>My enigmatic guest floats away on dawn’s breeze and leaves me with the sweet treasure of a thrilling midnight song</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rafael+Yaw+Kumi">Rafael Yaw Kumi</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=542980" data-title="A Midnight Song III (A Sonnet) de Rafael Yaw Kumi" data-description="A spell of Monsoon and a whisper of chill are her entire orchestra A trickle of rain and a mild gust are more than enough reason to begin a ballad She composes a rhythm of desire which wells up from deep within Her voice rings through the barricad..."></div> </div> </div>

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