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Reverie

I wanted to be sure this was our cottage              
Beside the Caribbean  sea countryside              
On the foothill of the beautiful Rome                        
So that we can make it our home.                                                               

 We would walk between the long stars by the sea                                          
And feel the night magic in the night air
My hands locked by yours,on and over your hips                                          
Like a holy knot of togetherness                        
We would fly like moths at the end of a river                                                  
Waylaying those flare sparkles from the Adam’s ale                                        
We would bolt us in an empty bottle                        
So that we can capitulate  and surf over the waves                                        
We would voyage the woods                            
And collect berries in jars and goods                                                    
We would build fantastic citadel on the foreshore                                          
And carol together in a choir.                                

 Call it an act of togetherness my love                    
While walking to the cathedral by Rome            
I said ur name to the evening stars                            
Clearly pronouncing it to the air     
To append lustre to the brightness.
                                 

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