Softening
In times likes these when
even my own heart stands still
and tells nothing; it
likewise refuses
to beat the rhythm of life
I need to see your
voice, to touch your
words, to find my solace in
the warmth of your scentful skin.
Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2016
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