Holding your hand, far in the meadows,
on the bank of calm river,
as I stroll through lush green mountains,
a lonely breeze across the valley
makes a whistling sound;
a sudden surge of companionship creep in your heart,
and you hold me tight.
The warmth of your bosom, throbs my heart,
your soft hair float in the air,
as you pierce your fingers in my body,
I hold your face with my hands,
and glimpse a want for me in your eyes,
I am overwhelmed by your act.
Your kisses balm my mutilated life,
It all seems like a sweet dream,
after a ruthless autumn a serene, pure thought,
after an endless dark night of storms, Unbelievingly,
I pull myself back from the cliff
Casting off fears of being lost again
with an optimism and hope of a celestial beginning 
May the powers be, bless these souls.

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Poetry

Classic Collection

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