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Walking Beyond Her Reach
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I Walk Naked Into a Cloud
A glimpse of sadness
In her eyes,
In her gestures,
In her smile.
I step away,
Hands slipping from hers.
Air filling the space between our bodies.
Her head bowing towards the ground.
A touch of emptiness..
In her silence,
In her heart,
In her soul.
My fingers caress her cheek,
. remembering meeting her.
Was so many years, years ago.
A look of loneliness
In her grin,
In her movements,
In her being.
I turn away,
Walking beyond her reach.
walking beyond her reach
beautiful poem, but sad....when hearts grow cold it's always sad... heather nice title
Wow this was really a very
Wow this was really a very intense poem
Vive le Quebec libre!
How sad it is that the years,
How sad it is that the years, instead of binding us more closely together, seem often to create increasing distance between us. Sad words, Sanctus.
Smile.. it is the cheapest facelift.