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Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Drop...!!!

Drop by drop,
dripping on my forehead
drowning me
down under.
The warm breath,
on my neck
and the shivering lips
drowns me deep.
The closer I hold
The deeper I go,
the ocean cannot drown me
when I am in her arms.
but rolling tear
Drowns me.
I drown every night
to be reborn the next.

1 comments:

ELAINE ERIG said...

Very romantic poem!

 
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