Like the taste of a strawberry
On a hot summer day,
I tasted her lips.
There is fire - so much fire -
That keeps burning.
But I am not afraid of the heat, no, I welcome it.
If I were up to one more wish,
My deepest wish would be
To keep the heat and taste of her lips
That keep chasing me-
It would be to make my dream come true,
To make my dream become reality.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a bunch of words that came through my mind. --------- „Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words" - Robert Frost „Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance" - Carl Sandburg „Genuine poetry can communicat...
