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Reaper

Updated on December 27, 2012

She is the wine that lingers upon my lips,
The sweet smell of jasmine on the morning breeze.
The coolness that fills the evening air,
She is the only one I please.

For she is the life that fills my soul
And awakens passion buried deep.
She is the hope of the world I know,
Her mercy is the love I reap.

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    • JBeadle profile image

      JBeadle 6 years ago from Midwest

      Liked it. Nice work.

    • epigramman profile image

      epigramman 6 years ago

      ..and you reap such beautiful poetic words of passion and soul my friend.

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