You're like magic,
Supernatural, moonlit witchcraft
You can not be real
So ethereal.
Clouds run from the sky,
and your eyes, are like stars
on a clear night.
The wind moves as you breathe,
and your whisper is a birds flight.
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Author:
siranswerer (
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Comments1
The words show the love within you.
I'm thinking of writing a cyber noir thriller poem next.
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