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Hope breeds in every breath expelled,
from mouths that speak their hearts’ desire,
slowly building dreams as lovers lie
on soft ground staring at the starry skies.

Hands seeking hands in the depths of the moon,
lending strength to wayward hearts that commune,
as their battle scarred and worn out souls
find true healing listening to each other’s tune.

And as the night deepens so does their song,
of hearts and minds that both found their home,
in tight embraces and yearning kisses,
until both are spent and lying breathless.

-eamarifosque 091413-