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Touch Me In
The Night
There is something simply
Wonderful about the wind
Whistling through the trees,
Especially the cedars,
The pines, the evergreens,
Feathered solo artists,
Choirs, catching the rhythm,
The beat, the nuances from
An unseen conductor’s cue,
Carpets coloured green with
Tints and shades of browns
And blacks, soft and gentle,
Mystic, sensuous, surreal,
The way I fell when you
Touch me in the night.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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