And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Nothing feels like you
Poem by Marc Aupiais
I feel your presence as I sleep, Lying behind me, Cuddling me!
I know better than to turn, To meet with your ghostly feat!
I feel your kisses on my lips, Your breath on my ear, My cheeks, And I do kiss your ghostly eyes! Closed for my kiss!
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