Your body is a dream
Your soul is a stream
Into which my thoughts flow
And shine till the afterglow
The scent of your skin
Expires from within
And floats like a silent sigh
So the spell is cast :
wonder why?
Here I stand away from who
Once shared the thoughts of you
But I am closer now to me :
I look ahead, and I feel free...
© Jean-Pierre Barakat
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