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Sometimes I gaze at the sea, The limpid ripples of your eyes. And as if I could touch you, For you are here, in the reach of my lips. I seek our embraces In the abyss of your pupils, The sparking sensation in our fingertips.
Sometimes I look upon the vast heights above, The cloudy sky of your smile. And as if I could vaguely see the Sun Behind the thick curtains. I seek our warm reticences In the pale line of your lips, Forbidden words in soft gazes.
Sometimes I watch her shadow, The night entwined in the dark arc of your brow. And I hold you close, my dearest, Calling out to the Sun from our unspoken dreams, That the eclipse may be forever gone.
Gorana 4/2/00
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