If I was a color,
I'd choose to be white,
graciously losing itself,
yet alone
shining bright.
You, in my arms,
with all your charms,
your breath touches
my bare chest,
I shiver in love.
Memories knock,
each midnight,
I weave words,
another poem
gets a shape.
I'd choose to be white,
graciously losing itself,
yet alone
shining bright.
***
Setting aside my fears,
someone's hand in mine,
a long walk in the rain,
yes, I am ready,
to play love again.
***
You, in my arms,
with all your charms,
your breath touches
my bare chest,
I shiver in love.
***
Lovers depart,
with heavy heart,
carrying along
a bag full of
broken promises.
***
Memories knock,
each midnight,
I weave words,
another poem
gets a shape.
***
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