29 August, 2008 at 21:29 (Uncategorized)

There is nothing as soft as your kisses,
there is no touch as your touch,
in the sunlight, in the morning,
and gold… still there,
spread, like hair on my pillow.
Nothing as soft as your kisses,
memories of mists,
and the sunlight in windy woodland plays,
there is nothing like this.

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