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Jul 2015
My tender lips do shout out loud
My fingertips are more than proud

to hold you close and feel you near
loneliness a while do fear

Peaceful bliss in your coming
A little while without longing

I have drowned in your sweet embrace
Lost in the smile on your sweet face
Bittersweet are the moments in between the waiting
lucy winters
Written by
lucy winters  Jhb south africa
(Jhb south africa)   
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