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Cretian air

Her hair waved in the wind with the red ensign. The waves elated like a soul with rhyme. It was warm, dusk closer to night. Poets time, when angels visit to help bards write. Aside of me and her, and the warm Cretian air.

Posted bySmith Shine Poetry27th April 202014th March 2022Posted inRomanceTags:bards, Creative writing, Crete, Cretian, Dusk, Happy, Love, Poetry, Rhyme, Romance, Soul, Sun2 Comments on Cretian air
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