and there are dreams
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The scent of rain in fading twilight
and later
yellow moon in purple cloud
remind me of
secret, precious, unspoken thoughts
And pale-veined leaves edged with dew
new-made in the white-hued dawn
tell me that
last night\'s pain
is unassuaged; and
the morning sky is still tear-stained.
Can you prove to me
that love exists?
tell me
that \'forever\' and \'only\' will be truth for me?
and write those words
on white rose-petals
show me that white means not death , but purity.
Say to me
that romance does live
and somewhere
lovers walk beneath si