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Sep 24
The cup sipping from lips
so full of olive ocean
in-between just hands

in lost sight, I close
my eyes, let them wander here,
whisper to your glow.

New moon soon, four days -
so drifting with the fresh breeze,
sun, skin, in a mix -

winter air and spring
in autumn, a heart starting
to grow in rhythm.

Beginning to become,
steadily in love, staying
in touch with your whole

beauty, everywhere,
dropped minutes, so well aware -
there, without regret,

as I open these
locked lids caged in seeing same
repeating left pain,

falling to the blossom
in our heart, rain drops drying,

glimmering dripped sun.
Sneep!
<3
24. September 2019
Written by
A Stair Step
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