Falling From the Clouds
When the sky before dawn began to burn
into one flower of a night beyond pearl
petals blossom satin white dressed
Where twilight turns within dreams locked precious
gently placing a whisper blowing softly peace
upon the breathless breeze returning echoes haunt
Whistling clear cut diamond etched it was there born
that the moon smiled delighted as a vision of your love
Entered through salt wrapped sweetly in the cradle held
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