No Names Poem by Artem Gvozdkov

No Names



I missing her scent
reminding me jam
I want to taste at once
to touche her golden waving hair
to feel her breathe...

her tender skin like china silk
that plays so soft and clean on light

she has the hands of artist/s brush
she is the painter of her life

Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: hair
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