She shines like a flickering candle,
slow dancing flame of shadow and light.
She's moving gracefully,
she's a flame that burns,
but still ignites my soul.
I want to breathe in her scent,
I need to trace her skin with my lips,
I crave to taste what she's giving to me.
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Subconscious Mind
PoezjaMaybe someday, our aching hearts will mend, and the bond that connects us for a lifetime, won't ever be broken. ••• Subconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions...
