My Breath Of Air
Date: Oct 20th, 2004 10:41:08 pm - Subscribe
Mood: touched
A windstorm can dance in four conflicting directions
Touching all at will.
Yet the gentle winds when I think of you
Are the only winds to truly engulf Me.
They quietly slip beyond my thoughts and hide within my soul
Capturing all that is within Me.
And the though of you takes away My breath
It is not your body that intrigues Me
But your inter self
And yet,
only your smile can make
Me genuinely breathe again.
written by Sir Silver
I keep finding beautiful words today.
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un_heartme - October 20th, 2004 |
