What you are

by mook letts   Jul 27, 2005



To tell of the wind
you would be in it. It
blows your hair.
To tell of the sky
you would be in it. It
mirrors your eyes, the
cool of the moon the
flash of the sun.
Oh, if i was lost in a
soulless desert, a drop
of water from your lips
would quench my thirst.

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