dinsdag 22 april 2025

Whisper to the Wind

 



The feeling
I miss
is the brush of
your kiss,

 

your breath
on the air
as you play
with my hair,
 

your soft,
tender touch,
how I love
it so much.
 

I breathe deep
and sigh
as my spirit
soars high.
 

You're gentle
and strong.
With you
I belong.

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