8
There is
no
end and no
beginning, Dear, as
you
wrap my winters
in a shimmery
blanket
of eternal kisses
You
are, we are
forever
enmeshed in this
breathtaking
fight of Titans
It never
started
really as it always
was, endless.
Copyright © Rosanna Tarsiero | Year Posted 2011
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