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The Sky is an ardent lover

The sky is an ardent lover

At surise it blushes with bridal coyness

Resplendent in its golden glory

Its subtle hues promises of secret ecstasies

It seduces the mind yet calms the soul

At noon it is an image of tranquillity

Not a speck of lust across its virgin blue

The expanse of serene vastness

As soothing as a paramour’s embrace

At sunset it is mistress of sensuousness

A temptress in flashes of crimson passion

Its changing  palette a lover’s beguiling moods

An orgasmic brilliance of colour before the total darkness

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The Tiny Warrior

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