Jolene

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Through the glass, snow falls
silently on the city below
Snow falls, but time
-time has stopped long ago

A warm breath stirs me
from a waking dream
I touch her face
her skin like cream

I kiss soft lips and
stare into eyes blue
-mirrors of the sky
that pierce me through

The sounds of the city
seem so far away
Whispers urge me to go
but my heart wants to stay

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Jolene Garcia 30 June 2009

this poem is really cute i like it's me.....except i have green eyes!

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