lluviadeabril
lluvia & rain
It is the hour of always
at this time, you are obvious in my eye
and wispy layers of vivid thoughts
gather in the grace of sentiment
embellishing the sounds of a frail mind.
at this time, you are obvious in my eye
and wispy layers of vivid thoughts
gather in the grace of sentiment
embellishing the sounds of a frail mind.
I miss you so much
I could screamthey say.
It is the hour of always
at this time, I cannot heed a blinks delay
suspended on the lid of a solitary thought
running to your side.
at this time, I cannot heed a blinks delay
suspended on the lid of a solitary thought
running to your side.
A second is three days away
I cannot wait.
I cannot wait.
I am me in the absence of me,
arriving in your arms
loosing ground within your stance
forming easily in your embrace
graceless in the kindness
of embellished touch,
slowly drowning in your scent
sound within your hands.
It is the same hour of always
at this time.
arriving in your arms
loosing ground within your stance
forming easily in your embrace
graceless in the kindness
of embellished touch,
slowly drowning in your scent
sound within your hands.
It is the same hour of always
at this time.
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