Taste Of The Lips Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

Taste Of The Lips



every word
has the taste
of your lips
repeated by you

it is the most
pleasing whisper
a wind is humming

in the clover
of our love
and in the stream
it is swinging reeds

into it tact
tapped out with pulse
of our hearts

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