Everytime I see you,
everytime we don’t quite touch
my heart turns slowly
her pale face to the sun
just to be obscured
by the shadow of your fear.
the wind
5 years ago
I love wine. But I need water to survive. These are the words that speak of water. And of wine.
1 comment:
nice imagery tania ... so heartfelt ... i enjoy the words that you share.
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