so sweet, so tender
her words are a lullaby to my ears
her fingers are soft feathers
when they comb through my hair
an embrace so warm,
it lasts me through the bitter winter
a shake of the head, a reprimand
is all I need to take a step back from my stand
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strangers
Poetrywe are all strangers, are we not? [© 2014, silencieuse. All rights reserved]
