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From the soft skin on the nape of your neck
Through your arms and to your fingers so light With the warm air mixing breath upon breath To your heartbeat I shall cherish this night If I could bottle this, the way I feel I'd keep it for you, for when I'm no more So that you may know then that you are loved And that you are the one whom I adore Our love has been a magical journey Thaumaturgy of a hidden age lost Do not weep now for I am still with you This elegy is naught but dew as frost
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Rabi'ah
26/5/2013 03:56:16
A spectacular piece of poetry that immerses one to feeling how their beloved embraces and yearns for them and would leave a trace of themselves once they have departed from this world. Soul touching. Amazing work! Truly remarkable! Keep it up Mayed! Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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