Romina SawardClarke

City Wind

A lonely disheveled figure walked closely by the sun lit horizon that has the power to transform the city in a beautiful delight.My love please right to me frequently as i have a lock of your hair in my breast side pocket.

I think of you at a frequent basis, renembering your comely face and how we sat on newely fresh grazed grass stroking eachothers soft milky skin.
Even now i can feel your rough cloths against mine, Oh how i wish we could return to our usal lifestyle and engulf one anothers

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