Your kiss

The kiss of your lips,
Slipping on my dying breast
And reaching my deeply dormant eyelash.....

Your devoted tranquility being so pure,
Your soul being so beautiful...

Being together and laying in the sunshine....

Lost memories.....

Come back
For a second, again,
For being lost in my arms
I need to understand
That the world is the same
And nothing has changed.

Even we will be aware that
We are so different from one another
And our touch is impossible to be achieved.

poem by Marieta Maglas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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