Wings without identities d
are shy in my fingers,
scrutinizing fearful
in the beauty of your need,
joyous wings flying
between the smile that people
your corners humorous,
the tender glow
that swarms in your eyes ,
unable forget
the faint blush
paralyzing my heartbeat
dizzy my instincts,
eclipse anything delicacy which I steal
your petals on,
and would offend
with kisses, your dreams,
but I can not remember,
if you left this winter.
or let you go.
Author: Arwen ©
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