Category : Poems

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My thoughts spread
 Like a carpet of red petals that you step on,
 Holding the glass of white wine
 In your left hand.  

My lips are the temple that lifts you up 
To paradise, 
My hands are the bridge that lifts you
 Above. 

 My skin is the road you run, 
Dreaming of autumn colors.  
When the sun breaks the sky, 
You break away from my prayer.  

Breaking my heartbeat to pieces, 
You haunt me day and night,
 Like a lure, 
I run in your warm arms.