Of You - Poem by Cristina Geanta
Slowly the silky darkness slips
Across my eyes.. across my lips
Leaving my lonely fingertips
To miss the shape of you..
The gentle sunlight finds its way
Bringing the dawn of one more day
No smile to kiss, no games to play
I miss the scent of you..
No new events, today there's time
To take a train, to write in rime
To dream away of things not mine
But still belong to you..
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