Creeping Fingers Poem by Doris Cornago
Creeping Fingers
You are never here
You are like the wind
Escaping my grasp
Touching my face
Teasing me with your
creeping fingers
laughingly flowing
making me flow
releasing but holding
keeping me in tow...
Longing for your touch
needing you so much -
Probably the reasons
why you always escape
You are never here
You are like the wind
Escaping my grasp
Touching my face
Teasing me with your
creeping fingers...
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