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When I think of you
When I think of you, a memory awaits.
So deep within me that walls crumble at the sheer force of your gaze.
When I think of you, a sweet smell arrives.
Like fresh baked buns or the odor of fresh flowers lingering in the air in spring.
When I think of you, nostalgia clings to me for a sore sight that shall never be viewed again. (Or was never seen in the first place.)
When I think of you, an emptiness like no other takes my hand where you should be.
When I think of you, I remember I have not met you yet and a tingling feeling takes place in my belly.
When I think of you, a path appears of new adventures and meets. I search longingly for you to find me and me to find you.
When I think of you, my smile fades and longing takes hold. I have found home
Copyright ©
Andriana Bartziou
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