Category : Poems

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Her eyes have seen many cities,
  She is looking at me now, 
  Looking around us,
 Looking for beauty.

Her eyes seem so innocent and pretty,
 They make me breathe the air of her life,
   To catch her all inside me.

  Her hands touched the things 
 She thought she would have, 
 That she lost over time, 
 That she felt through her soul. 

  When she touches me
 I can't promise her much,
 Just the moment we share together,
   Making our memories never end.