Goodnight
Then tonight I lay tongue to rest;
less speech makes way,
kissing heavens gates,
dreaming of days,
in which honey is obtained through unity of lips.
Yet hearts press the issue,
my Pebbles, petals of a rose,
riches of wisdom, richer than gold, and beauty beyond measure of suns rise or set,
glows brighter than the moons reflective rays, makes envy a phase. So today I say Goodnight beloved.
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