Soft is the kiss of the dew.
Breath in the fresh and softest breeze,
Listen to the Whippoorwill's coo.
Skys filling my view with color,
Clouds sweeping by on a whim.
Take it all in while you can,
In evening it all becomes dim.
The moonlit surf glows in the night,
The sea feels the tender sigh.
It's all adrift deep in your heart,
And then say a sweet goodbye.
Swan
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