Strung To Your Breath
You know this, don't you?
You're the streaming gusto of my youth
The little sparkles that adorn me
You're the moon that my star-like thoughts surround
Am strung to your breath
It makes my passion betray boundaries and break abound
How can it not be?
Your fingerprints never seem to leave the flowers
Your fragrance don't seem to fade from the room
Even your silence have a dulcet tune to it
And your presence breaths life to flowers that's wilt
The heart doesn't seem to forget you
With every pace and sound of my footsteps
With the leaves that fall on my doorstep
You're there, my heart doesn't seem to forget you
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