A memory, a story…
A memory, a story.
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Everything…
In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly.
You were my 2 am lover and my midnight dancer. Your kiss was the sweetest breathe given to me.
You told me often. You are my everything and you make me feel alive and needed.
I knew our love was just like the snow flakes floating into the Winter wind. We were dreamers, wishing for a miracle.
Tonight I know silence and memory. I whispered to the falling snow, outside my window.
You bewitched my heart dear love. I know now. You were my everything.
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A memory…
Lovely, perfect and wonderful.
Soft, tender and perfect.
Fearless, desperate and so sweet.
We stole kisses, we stole our kindness.
You, I.
Just a memory.
Johnnie/Coyote
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Thank you my friend.
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Bittersweet poem. But what a beautiful memory
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Thank you dear Shivani for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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What a beautiful memory! 🌹
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Thank you dear Eleanor. Us, who love to write. Our memories become our wealth. And if we are lucky. We gain some wisdom.
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