A crying wind of longing
that comes from far,
blows through the night,
through the cracks,
penetrates the sleep
and wakes me up
so I feel
on my naked skin
on my naked heart
that I’m missing you
©RoseGirl2021
Poetic Art From The Heart ~ Finding Beauty In Truth
A crying wind of longing
that comes from far,
blows through the night,
through the cracks,
penetrates the sleep
and wakes me up
so I feel
on my naked skin
on my naked heart
that I’m missing you
©RoseGirl2021
Her naked heart
Was torn apart
His tears were the only glue
To mend it
She held her pieces in her hands
She blew them as kiss towards him
But he was too far away to receive it.
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You write beautifully
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Something that came to mind while reading your post.
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really nice! ❤
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Thank you! ❤️
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