
painting: night soul woman
The missing piece of the puzzle
` ´
.
I hold dear,
inside my palm
that
part of your
soul
.
The part you allowed
me to see and feel
As if it were
.
Something I owned,
something that belonged
to me
.
Forgetful gestures and words
.
Yet the silence that remains
inside us
Is what made us search
for each other
.
¤
. .
Poetry by night soul woman

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Written on 2009-03-23 at 12:18




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