she buried her face
into the curve of his neck,
she felt warm,
she felt peace,
she felt secure,
And that was
all she ever wanted.
~ sara ~
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Traces
PoetryIn this book 'Traces' I have traced the outline of every unspoken sense and multiple emotions that one might have lingered with wreckage for unbounded dawns, dusks and darks.
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she buried her face
into the curve of his neck,
she felt warm,
she felt peace,
she felt secure,
And that was
all she ever wanted.
~ sara ~
