Don't leave
The motionless clouds of mistwhich drift into the evening
daylight patterns on the shore
erased
your steps along he waters edge
do not sense the falling air
your naked body does not know
the caress of my eyes
the late light on the sand is chilly
can't you feel it?
Poetry by Loke
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Written on 2005-12-07 at 20:48
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