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On meadows of blues
When hearts sing blissful tunes
Melodies float toward the moon
Skies scream I love You
The wind embraces my soul
Capturing the care I beg
The romantic fantasy I embed
The horizon glitters the ocean
Deluge rests at the seashore
As the warmhearted sun beholds
The precious sensation of devotion
Where faithful hearts finally convene
I will be nearby
©Author Lynda Ferrer/2013 /RR
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