Chimes at midnight

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Nights dewed the grasses
And my daffodils in the garden

Touching the chime again
While no one is watching

Starting to disperse
Towards unfamiliar addresses

Morning breeze
Touching our fingers entwined
Chills through my spine

Made of euphoric
Singularity within ourselves

I think
Now, of white sand
Pebbles on the beach
And the setting sun


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