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Mc Laliberte Poem
The sun rubbed our skin
As if mother nature was caressing our arms and legs
We waded through the water
Acting like the children we once were,
Sometimes,
you could almost tell that it was so warm
That the sun was making an invisible blanket around us.
I would've loved to stay with you,
just a moment more,
for one last kiss,
one last touch,
before you left
Copyright © Mc Laliberte | Year Posted 2017
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