Sitting still on my favorite chair
in the middle of the porch, I see
something happening there, high up above,
and here, right beside me.
A cloud is revolving. A flower is dancing.
Are they talking about the possibilities?
Are they simply whispering their love?
Are they waiting to get closer?
Or are they only talking and giggling of me?,
lazily lying just as if time doesn't exist?
4.4.08
Begging for Thy Kiss
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