Touch

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Touch of grass against our skin
Visions of clouds drifting through blue
The sound of my heart beating again
To the very thought of you
Smell of pedals floating by
Taste of love upon your kiss
Thought of words flying inside
But every catch is a miss
Eternity of affection in your eyes
Sensation of warmth in every word
Loss of breath as sound dies
Until only your smile is heard
In this moment time is lost
As the burning ground turns to frost





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