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The Strings strummed for eternity
Her cold voice singing a melody
The hums and blend to the wind
'Twas like all was turned unsinned.

Ecstasy to me it merely brought
In my thoughts I barely sought
She was embodied; Illuminating form
Free as the breeze, strong as storm.

When night abound, the moon beckoned
The stars arise, unknownly reckoned
Mine Hands laid still to common grace
Crimson petals to thine pale face.

Joy to me was of no more place
Merry I was to newly crazed.
Melting to my eternal gaze,
Now with her, I spent my days.

poem by Ellirie Aviles
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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