Trespassing light of the sun's joy Kissing my face with sweet embers of passion Flooding my soul with benevolent compassion Rendering time free From moment's death...
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
I miss someone who can enjoy the sharing experience of staring at the stars. Here in my state in a latin American country, I saw a star the other day, twinkling and streching out its shining arrows while alternating between bright blue, splendorous greenish blue, yellow and a very quick blink of a red glitter. No one to share. It misses hard sometimes.
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