and to see
the flower of your smile
blossoming against
the dark and cold
of my screen
i see you and i remember
how it felt this morning,
in this land who
know no winter
and yet is cold,
i see you and i savor
the flavor
of sipping
hot black coffee.
- (so far...)
i seem to get tongue tied. no my fingers are tied trying to finish this poem for a friend i met in one of the rooms. she even asked me if i dont get bored looking at her...and if you saw her smile..you would have replied as i did..or perhaps even better...try to finish this later...waaaaahhhhhhhh
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