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Don’t

Don’t let this day pass by
without the soft cadenza
of your sight,
piercing all the frontiers
the soul stretched
beyond.

Until the sailing sweet
of your skin
encounters now
melting at dawn.

Don’t let the day go by
without the senses trembling,
to multiply the scent
and catch full open
the point of light of being

And let the feelings
flooding lights
floating auras
of horizons
moment of the source.

Not known to thee
in spring time again
don’t let the flowers
don’t let the aroma
don’t let the moment
Don’t.

Copyright(c)Nell G.

 


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