Wind Of Longing

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

5 Comments

  1. 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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