PizzicatoA Poem by SyberRosePizzicato The wind plucks the strings of the night as the weeping willows whisper in the ear of the dark~ Not jaded by the rain nor the drought of love I wait for the shadow of a stranger to emerge in my dreams~ And as moonlight leaves tremble like the tides ebb and flow the slender limbs of temptation cling to the midnight hour. ©SyberRose
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