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In the quiet hours before the light
In the mystic call of the seas
My soul forever finds its place
Drifting among the breeze
Cool against my body
Blowing gently through my hair
Wisps of scented moonbeams
Serenade me with the air
Surrounding me in its subtle winds
That sing in lullaby song
Luring me to slumber deep
With the night, where I belong
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Moonbeams laced with floral perfume? 😉 Hugs! ❤
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Laced with whatever scent pleases you 🙂 Hugs! ❤
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Beauty resides everywhere…. 😉 Hugs!
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Wonderfully written. Vivid images and so serene. Love it.
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Thank you very much, Drew! 🙂
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You had me at the title 🙂
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Oooh, thank you very much, Richard! 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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Oh, wow!! Beautiful!! 💖💖💖
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Thank you very much, Trini!! 🙂 ❤
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So soothing. Love this, Dorinda. 🙂
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Thank you very much, Kelly! 🙂
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Welcome! 🙂
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