Love is left behind

in #poetry7 years ago

There is a sense of being left behind
Left at the tip of my hair
When the sheen matamumewarnai my soul
When the wind sweeps the body
I should just hold your hand
Then I swim in the cornea of your eyes
Until all the flavors converge
With the wind, with the clouds
Together with the seeds of love you're sowing

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