I thought
I heard
the whisper
of a gentle voice
and the fragrance
of her hands
glide past me
in this crowd
I thought of
her hair
like an ocean
moving into me,
pushing to the depths,
us
I thought
of saying
but didn’t
under a
gray drizzle,
until later,
I’ll dream
and meet
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Comments1
Thoughts are powerful. I hope that dream is a pleasant one.
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