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A Sonnetina Due form poem.

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Image116by Kathy Anderson21 Nov 2013

After sunset in came from heavens door,
Indeed, the finest mist you could ask for
From the cloudless sky that we pray'd would cry
To ease the parch of drought, arid land sighs.
Too little, but oh so gently in came
After sunset, it wrest from heavens claim
Just like a dew upon a lovers shoulder
Or a breath breathed kiss, bare necked, bolder,
A soft surprise, where none had existed,
This sweet Eden mist with us cavorted.