Bathed in sunlight,
we capture the hours in our hands
and mold them into a breath we share when we kiss.
And when our lips meet
my soul becomes mist.
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Microcosmic Symphony
PoetryA random collection of micro poetry exploring themes of love, nature, rejection, and the abstract.
Sunkissed
Bathed in sunlight,
we capture the hours in our hands
and mold them into a breath we share when we kiss.
And when our lips meet
my soul becomes mist.