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Friday, 29 July 2016

Today my heart stopped

Today my heart stopped beating for a while,
it to a still, a parenthesis, brought
by contingency in which I was caught,
denying me the given chance to smile.

I froze. But was not damaged by a guile.
I froze. But cold the air for sure was not.
I froze. But shelter was not it. I got.
I froze. But did not want to find exile.

My heart stopped beating and I froze when you
bent over to my side, your thing to do,
and I received the kiss of my life.

A sudden kiss placed on my lips. And I,
made absent in that moment, could just die –
die in the feeling being man and wife.



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This poem is published on my site "Asher" | here |.

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