Just before slip of night,
I hear him
through whispered promise
of summer leaves
trembling under a lush moon–
let us go gently,
he says,
together, like favorite words
in a well-loved book.
Just before slip of night,
I hear him
through whispered promise
of summer leaves
trembling under a lush moon–
let us go gently,
he says,
together, like favorite words
in a well-loved book.
The Word Rummager 
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