This warmth between us
the knitted verse of poetry
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Life happens while you wait
for a lover to ease the knot of fate
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What am I? — Just a shadow passing in the rain.
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If someone asked me
what proof have I got
that I really lived,
I’d only have my poetry.
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Wounded by this longing,
I write poetry.
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Water washes the skin but rain cleanses the soul.
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Barefoot
she walks in my dreams
spilling moonlight
from her dark hair,
her breath
a candle whispering
the softest intimacy.
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Watching her sleep,
to the candle’s light
he weaves his breath
and covers her gently.
Rooted in Love 