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Memories Seen From My Fingertips.
Who dares to touch in places
touching shouldn't usually be.
Grasps not the flesh but more
they find the thoughts of you I keep.
Season's Farewells.
Your smile was my Indian Summer.
Your eyes my Arab Spring.
Your heart was the Winter of our discontent.
Your hair was the Autumn wind.
My Mana's Eyes.
Why is it when you look at me
You see things I find hard to see?
Is it because in you I see
Myself reflected back at me?
In your eyes I try hard to be
Myself reflected back at me.
Things Heard on the Edge of a Kiss.
Words can roll like pebbles,
Or hiss like windswept sand.
They can roar like open ocean,
And be soft as lovers hands.
A word can paint a picture,
Of a thousand different words.
Just a word can move a mountain,
Less unspoken or unheard.
Lee. Xt
Who dares to touch in places
touching shouldn't usually be.
Grasps not the flesh but more
they find the thoughts of you I keep.
Season's Farewells.
Your smile was my Indian Summer.
Your eyes my Arab Spring.
Your heart was the Winter of our discontent.
Your hair was the Autumn wind.
My Mana's Eyes.
Why is it when you look at me
You see things I find hard to see?
Is it because in you I see
Myself reflected back at me?
In your eyes I try hard to be
Myself reflected back at me.
Things Heard on the Edge of a Kiss.
Words can roll like pebbles,
Or hiss like windswept sand.
They can roar like open ocean,
And be soft as lovers hands.
A word can paint a picture,
Of a thousand different words.
Just a word can move a mountain,
Less unspoken or unheard.
Lee. Xt
