A lone island
My sand is parched; Thirsting for your touch. I hear your voice As distant waves converse But my shore Has yet to be graced with you. I Ask myself Where is Love’s location Answered with silent sensations So I construct gems By pressurizing Bits of longing sand Reminders of why Perseverance is a must. I miss a touch that was never felt Sleep well #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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