"remore" poems
Remore _Distant, Remorse_
_Distante Amor, Amore_
There's not even one hour of the day,
one cold morning,
or one warm sunny evening
that I don't miss your raspy voice,
your coloquial laughing eyes
and your soft hands caressing mine,
tussling with my arms, my legs, and my hair.
There's not a moment when I do not feel you near....
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC