Nov 2013
Her eyes,
recognised
you;
moving on with a love that belongs
and knows that one day will go
and leave a mark,
for,
a touch lost
and not the settle frost;
never still,
when waiting.
recognised
you;
moving on with a love that belongs
and knows that one day will go
and leave a mark,
for,
a touch lost
and not the settle frost;
never still,
when waiting.
(Manchester)
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