Pillow Music Poem by Panagiota Romios

What is yours, my friend?
Mine is the hum of the tip-toeing clouds.
As they glide like angels overhead.
That we can hear each blessed night.

Or, perhaps it's the sounds of your very sensous,
warm, rhythmical breath!
Which makes my world so wonderfully and ecstatically
and wonderfully right!

Listen vey clearly andthen, you will hear,
The very
soft knocking of the stars on the roof!
Oh yes, do hold me closer my dear.

And the moon itself, humming ever so softly.
My heart knocking in my chest and singing.
It still loves you eternally and gratefully.
For all the love, you keep bringing!
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