Sunday, February 5, 2012

A Soul

Eyes cry for vision. 
And ears hear the cry. 
The hand touches the eyes. 
Sensitive and shy 

ears yearn for a murmur. 
Whispers of sweet love 
make lips sing in melody. 
Naive like a dove

Breathing goes with the wind. 
Heartbeats unfold 
Tears roll down slowly. 
Touching my soul


kislaya(c)2012










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