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Kirill Sarko Poem
When I am with you, I miss you more,
Your arms around me on the forest floor,
Heart empty yet content
Time slows to a crawl…
But even when you have left,
The sway of the bus makes me recall
How it felt when I was with you on that forest floor.
Everything from your hazel brown eyes,
To how short you are compared to my size,
The way you dress and the way you talk,
Your radiating energy when we walk,
That smile that you pull on first glance,
The way you hold my shoulders with your hands
And press your little head to my chest…
My heart gets faster, I feel at home.
I like all from which your character was sown,
The way your face is dressed,
Your lips, eyes, brows, nose and the rest,
Perfect image, down to every fibre and cell,
Lost in thought, my heart yells
How I miss the way you held me on that forest floor.
Copyright © Kirill Sarko | Year Posted 2022
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Kirill Sarko Poem
Little lights in the darkness glow,
Yet I cannot see as I am blind,
I do not feel, it’s all so slow,
A pool of empty minds,
Oh, how I hear her cries,
Oh, how they tell their lies,
It’s starting to get to my head,
So I lay in my sleepless bed.
My mind is not a rest.
Mankind still goes on fine,
No longer beating in my chest,
I’ll never find the light.
Copyright © Kirill Sarko | Year Posted 2022
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