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Hear the whispers of the ancient’s call
Echoing softly between these walls
Covered in vines, bathed with the light
Eternity frolics with sheer delight
Beckoning you to dance with him here
As visions of heavenly flora appear
Seducing you further, down the hall
Beguiling, entrancing, making you fall
Into his haunting, unending embrace
Leaving no whisper, no echo, no trace
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
The dance of love through the ages… love is timeless and when being with that special person, time disappears anyway.
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Yes, it does, far too quickly. Thank you, Erika! 🙂
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So true, Dorinda!
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Incorrigible Romantic….Dear Dorinda! 😉 Lovely! Hugs! ❤
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I am, indeed 🙂 Thank you so much, Bushka! Hugs! ❤
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Stay Hugged…. ;)<3
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‘Eternity frolics with sheer delight’ lovely line. 🙂
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Thank you, Richard 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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Into his haunting unending embrace…a shiver ran through me as I read that line…that’s the impact of your poetry, Dorinda! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Aishwarya!! Always appreciate your thoughts ❤
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