The kiss
That lingers
The one
And only
Etched
In memory
Fades but
Slowly.
The wanton dream
Blue eyes
To wander
Lost in time
My soul
To ponder.
A jagged night
A razor thought
A moment
Glides
In tenderness
Caught.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
It is the flow and rhyme of this poem that I loved the most. Very nicely done and deserves a fave
many thanks for comment
Like a razor or a saw in its movement, tempo and rhythm 🙏🏻🕊
thanking you
You are most welcome 🙏🏻🕊
Wonderful flow and beautifully written, really enjoyed this
many thanks
You are very welcome
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