Gliding thorough my life with exquisite beauty, lithe, almost frail but strong and the heart of a gale. Inner storms kept temperate, longing, tempting for my touch. I fell, and fell again but is that love as such.

A long time ago these memories get confused, was it me who never met you or you who never met me? I still see your eyes shining in the dusk, but all things must come to pass, there was never going to be an ‘us’.

D March 2017


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