God created you
I,
Us,
From clay
Tell me then,
If I ever (lost within the confines of the thought that I shall lose
you as surely as I love you)
Traced your picture
(with my blackened finger
And unadultered tears)
In the grey dust of urban decay...
... Would you feel my caress?
6 of them wept:
Beautiful,potent stuff,Ali baba.. love it.
And to answer your question, yes, she would :)
:)
=)
Hmmm! How very fascinating! Just the other day I was tracing a city over a map -- a city where my loved ones live -- and wondered if they knew someone from the family was looking at them from up above, in a way.
But shoo this story! Your poem is lovely.
Perfect.
Perfect.
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