I’ll fingerprint this night;
luminescent daubs
might lead straight to you.
Still, lines cobweb silver
trace of thought,
belight the pliant bough
that holds my wait.
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forget me now 
just beautiful… xxx
I so love you Ms Clair .. thank you!!
Thank you so much for enjoying this, Mr Scribe – and for saying so … *smiles*
S
Lovely new place you have here, Ms Shell, with some wonderful poems.
I’ll finger print this night… might lead straight to you Got me hooked immediately. Very arresting lines.
Hope to read more from you here.
Kind regards,