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Spun From God's Weave - with adagio
Touch me in the twilight
below the moon's glowing halo.
Our breath stains the night
with silver condensation.
Beneath a quilt of sparkling dew.
Touch me with your soul and be
against the swooning willow tree.
In autumn's long sleeve sweater.
Falling, cascading are the leaves
through my dreams a gentle breeze.
A fabric of stars spun from God's weave.
below the moon's glowing halo.
Our breath stains the night
with silver condensation.
Beneath a quilt of sparkling dew.
Touch me with your soul and be
against the swooning willow tree.
In autumn's long sleeve sweater.
Falling, cascading are the leaves
through my dreams a gentle breeze.
A fabric of stars spun from God's weave.
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