Your hair upon the pillow like the roots of a riverside tree
Your breathing softly sighing like the singing of the sea
The curtain slightly drawn so an arm of light is thrown
It reaches through and touches you, it touches you and me.
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Hmmm... I 'smell' the reeking of greatness here. lol You 'are' a poet par excellent. Trust me.
This is really a lovely song. I love that line: 'I never wasted time so well when I was by myself'.
very nice poem...