Illusion Poem by Paul Pruel

Illusion



I wish it’s always night
and I’ll go sleep and wait you
to kiss my lips and get my breathe

Again I wish, if I could
not thinking the last time
to kiss you hard
but thinking to stay with you
holding you into my arms
so close, ‘til the end of time
I promise…

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Paul Pruel

Paul Pruel

Guiuan, Eastern Samar
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