Poem Seven

2019-04-09T18:27:09.000Z Honest Cash

I'll go back to the place where I once

my words undressed the spring,

while your skin

caressed the butterflies.


There, in a night that became eternal

your lips knew mine.


No more tears were necessary,

or sounds getting lost in the afternoon.

My eyes were the perfect shelter

for your dreams, while my hands

were lost in your hair.
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RE: Poem Seven

by @trumanity

This is beautiful - mind if I share the first stanza in full, on instagram?


RE: RE: Poem Seven

by @timemaster

Thank you for your comment. You can share it whenever you want.