Her skin shone
Under the moon light
The wind kissed her face
Thru her hair it ran his hand
Then she shivered and closed her eyes
The way it makes her feel
Is to clear and fill mind
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The asunder word
PoesíaFinding taste in words that are meant tasteless. Words that hold stories.
Keep the mind in mind
Her skin shone
Under the moon light
The wind kissed her face
Thru her hair it ran his hand
Then she shivered and closed her eyes
The way it makes her feel
Is to clear and fill mind
