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written by: Steve Pearson



I have borrowed her beauty,
her pristine skies and azure sea
and felt her forgiveness
in full measure.
I have travelled her soaring,
plunging, wending ways,
wandered among
her aged beautiful smiles,
staying awhile.
I have walked upon
and through
her glittering miles of new
and unhurried charms,
her open arms
still yet the same.
I have revelled in her love
and in her glory,
and whispered, as lovers do,
Moraira, I love you too.

Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
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