A Poet's Dying Breath
Monday, September 19, 2016
I want to stay like this forever,
The heat easing in its oppression;
The sky clear and bright
While soft summer leaves glimmer green;
Your shoulders next to mine,
Warm and
yours
;
Your voice in my ear every now and again.
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