Peaceful as the dawn

of spring above Lake Como

one silent morning

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the windows open

while the still soft air wove fresh

sweet scented coolness

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on our skin we felt

our gentle touch our hands our

lips our mouths musing

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peaceful as fresh dawn

of spring close by Lake Como

that silent morning

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wrapped in our lovers’

waking warmth—help us remember,

daughters of memory!

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