So... Where was I?

Friday, 29 August 2014

Reflection ...

Mute trails of phantom pasts
The bland senses of touch
Dried hands of longing much
Hanging strings of us
Broken mosiacs of you and me
Glued by distant smiles
Floating airy kisses soft
Your eyes reflected behind mine
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