Poem -
Crazy 2
upon my instinct
From the first to never ending
She would softly step between me and my thoughts
unaware of her footsteps wrinkling the dried up leaves
Β
In a pattern only left for her to disturbΒ
in my solitude
She is always in my heart too
But some howΒ
i keep loving every presence felt
I often wonder of her angelic touches
to my eye lids and air as it breathes upon my ear
especially in my silliness of silence
As i sip myΒ emotions left from my Soul
into death.
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Comments
such a gently beautiful masterpiece
Thank you Lisa