Let me run my fingers
through your soul
And feel the roughness
of your dreams
Bathed in my tears
and yours
intermingled
In flights of poetries
Let me trail my thoughts
through your furrows
By the light
of the waning moon
And hear the echoes
of your darkness
Studded by vagrant
starry tunes
Let me pillow my head
on your soft aches
In the drifting mists
of dawn
And drown with you
in dewdrops
Of a loving
healing morn.
MS
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