Man without a face
This morning
From about a bumper away
I saw
Your pale white arms
In a white tee
Doing a swirl
To stretch;
Like poetry
In slow motion.
Your almond brown hair
Still nestled
The aura of dreams
At that moment
You seemed
Like
The most beautiful thing
And
At that thought
I can't help but smile.
posted by Prat @ 9:17 PM
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2 Comments:
At this moment
It seems
Like
The most cheerful thing around
And
I can't help smiling
At your cute words
As Always.
Lovely poem, but people without faces frighten me. There's always this expectation of being underwhelmed.
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