Though I control my fantasy!
Truth! Be told!
I love you still!
Not touch or lust!
Love in truth, and reality!
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.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
I do not feel, I feel you
poem by Marc Aupiais
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