to feel the sun on my skin,
dew on my cheeks,
my fingertips
as they dance across your skin.
an ethereal feeling
perhaps love,
perhaps
more
than.
k.h.
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the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.
Poetrythe edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.
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to feel the sun on my skin,
dew on my cheeks,
my fingertips
as they dance across your skin.
an ethereal feeling
perhaps love,
perhaps
more
than.
k.h.
