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The surges gushed and sounded,
The blue was the blue of June,
And low above the brightening
east
Floated a shred of moon.
The woods were black and solemn,
The night winds large and free,
And in your thought a blessing
seemed
To fall on land and sea.
-W.E. Henley, 1877
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Rainbow Bliss: An Anthology of LGBTQ+ Poetry & Stories
Poetry❝I wanted to kiss you, but you told me you don't like the taste of rainbows.❞
