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Thursday, 31 October 2013

Ambient Wind

I was caught by her power
How she never had a frown
Until then I had forgotten
How to smile

A walk among the ether
Tiptoes at the deserts edge
More sensations than our senses
Could that day absorb

She was as heavenly air
She was as purified air
She was as soft submissive sand
I was no longer her frigid rock


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
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