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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

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December 22, 2012 | Categories: Poetry | Tags: Aubade, Fate, Intimacy, Longing, Love, Passion, Poetry, Valediction | 3 Comments


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