The silence of your tangerine lips.
the touch of your tangerine lips, harm my ability to wake up,I still dream about you hand underneigth my broken fingers.
Oh, you are not a word of silence!
songs will undress your sholders,
strains of laughter will gently caress your hair,
it seems that your beauty overwhelm my words,
so I will speak no more.
Poetry by Sofia
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Written on 2006-04-12 at 00:42
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