Your lips – an omen they are

your breath – the sweetest scent

my eyes- dazzled by a star

my hopes – the strongest so far.

Stop – I don’t breathe, but a breath

in my ears, in my hands – writing!

White and gentle snowdrop – my longing,

to blossom before my eyes – striking.

When you aren’t next o me – agony,

and your shadow lingers over – a memory!

In my hands are gathering tears – sobbing.

In water I pour all my verses- creation.

The waterfall of life is my deepest salvation.


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