Gently, he brushed her roving depths,
a cheek-stroking feather of light,
a cloud floating through the air
carrying the burden of moonshine. a very fine poem. tony
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Gently, he brushed her roving depths, a cheek-stroking feather of light, a cloud floating through the air carrying the burden of moonshine. a very fine poem. tony