The Illusion that I survive in
Talks to me of your absence
My eyes deceive me to silent slumber
My mind distracts me to madness
My past drags me to misfortune
My heart fears its fragility
Yet this helpless and tender feeling,
that I breathe in,
Whispers to me of your presence
My eyes befriend your passionate gaze,
My mind surrenders to your fragrance
My past commands me to fall into your embrace
My heart illuminates in your existence
June -2011
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