A Piece Of The Sun

When the poems fade and evaporate from my soul, my body, my blood evaporate like your kiss on my lips I remember every little thing between your skin and the shadows you left behind. The last piece of poetry whispered far enough to be heard yet too soft to echo yet gentle enough to be picked up by the wind and carried to the softest part of the sky. I realize that I will never change or quit

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