by Sarah Mahina Calvello
Your trembling fingers
your amazing soul
it still surprises me
I trace myself on you with my fingers
its velvet the smile I used to know
entrances and haunts
at the same time
be paitent
when it seems things are not going right
and may never be going right again
accept what is your's
and it will come to you in the right way
ing the right moment
the releasing sigh
of a flower finally opening
a break
in the cool chaos
like a heartbeat
echo's of what was
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