Touch my vision,
paint your self into my eyes,
Sight and perception and dreams
Redefine,
Hold them close and
Hold me comfort me,
Let me breathe through your hair,
Cut my bonds of knowing,
Make me forget,
The perils life offers,
The troubles that haunt,
The tenderness you offer,
Holds me back to living,
Hold me a moment longer before you go.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
The Roads Of Lone
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WOW. Nice poem. Brillant. I liked much. I like much. You're a great writer. I would like to be in contact with you. I'm from Perú, also I write poetry, although I do it in Spanish. Hugs.
Giovanny
PS Write me to gioinfante@gmail.com. I'll make a arts magazine and you can write with me...
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