Your face

Your face
is a piece of music
       as the wind              
but I listen to it
from afar, without forgetting
even without looking
and I follow, by heart
the sigh of this ah*
more torn
             blind and alone.

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John Sheppard

Thankyou. You cannot imagine how much this speaks to myself and my beautiful querida.

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