Aubade

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Aubade

And it is not the radiance of the dawn
which stings my weary eyes,
but the passing of  yester-eve’s touch as I leave you
to tremble like the leaves with
Light

Charles Coakley Simpson

This entry was posted on December 22, 2012 by . It was filed under Poetry and was tagged with , , , , , , , .

3 Responses

  1. monkfuse

    Reblogged this on Monk's Catacomb.

    December 22, 2012 at 1:01 pm

    Reply
  2. summerrain63

    such romance and intimacy you have been displaying of late….kinda leaves one breathless….hope your holiday was filled with joy and happiness…

    December 29, 2012 at 2:35 am

    Reply
  3. soulstirrer

    I always love the way you create an intimate/romantic atmosphere with your words
    Beautiful piece of writing

    January 5, 2013 at 2:31 pm

    Reply

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