~~ Touch a Passing Cloud ~~
Touch a passing cloudand see my face.
Feel the breeze upon your lips,
for I am every place.
Each blossom in the springtime,
every warm touch on your skin...
the raindrops on your window...
are me, sir, looking in.
Poetry by Lavender
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Written on 2007-03-04 at 07:07
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