The Kissing Field
The eyes swiftly
Whose constant games are
On the wet lips they hold
Fleeting butterfly through this sweet nectar
The rain-drops of a tear
Cascading as they try to say goodbye.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2013
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