Hazy whiffs of sun drops cross the trees  
Casting spells with fostered candlelight 
Beneath a dew of green, submersed and submarine
I held a girl whose lips were red as sight
                
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Fair, green emollient is the dowry of my sentence A rustic glade where time is never too soon words that deeply touch!

 
                     
                
very touching and deeply moving poem. enjoyed the read