touching with fingers the naked body of dreams ...
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Monday, August 10, 2009
a sweet scented drizzle...
a mellow song
of soft feel
like the sweet fragrance
of yester years,
that greets you
like the 9 am drizzle,
touching your face
with a delicate
brush of the gentle
droplets,
bringing a curl
onto your lips
as it melts on them
while caressing
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