Dusk is falling on the hill
and sensual shadows dance
with shards of mellow light.
A prudent day surrenders
to a playful night
and lovers on wings made of dreams
embrace on park benches.
Primrose Hill was made for lovers.
Primrose Hill | Love Poems
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The Poetry of Love and Loss,
Joy and Despair
Poetry
by Chris Zachariou
United Kingdom
Τάκης Ζαχαρίου
Ποιήματα
Γιαλούσα, Κύπρος
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