Lovers
How gently darkness lays itself upon the restless sea,
While breezes scented cool and clean, are blowing wild and free.
When moonlight's blush fades gradually and hides its ash white face,
A thousand candles dimly lit, now frame the soft embrace.
Entered in Brian Strand's contest "Contest 221" 11/9/2016
Taken from "The Lovers" 01/28/2020, for the Arbitrium Divisa 7 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
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