The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
Friday, October 6, 2017
Sense
The essence of you
Distilled
Waifs through the air
Carried on a silent breeze
You murmur sweet nothings
In my ear
As you run light fingers
Over my salty skin
While we watch the sun rise
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