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| Mystic Dreams. Image:paintinghere.com |
I still share my nights with you, so close your scent sticks on the sheets
Distrurbed nights these are that follow your cold trail
Your sculptured back no longer in sight
The path you made covered by leaves of the coconut tree
Your scent faint, carried away by the ocean wind
The feel of your back still on my fingers
That distinct taste of you in my mouth
Vivid sightings of your beauty
Beauty as unforgattable as the white beach kissing the blue sea

