You could see in the blush in his face
He was life itself
He spoke about the stars
With the same tone he spoke
About his beloved mother
And it infected me
And I was in fire.
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Author:
amethyste (
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Comments2
Pasion takes many forms. A beautiful poem of love.
Yes it takes many forms. Thank you for reading it.
You are most welcome
Excellent write
Thank you a lot Tony. Love and hugs. 😊
You're welcome
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