Goodbye Angel
through moist-sunken eyes I cupped your beauty with trembling hands and you held me in such tenderness our lips unmoved speechless, hungry our hearts, entwined if only for a moment as they spoke like lovers do our eyes eagerly drank the memories of yesterday and yet, we knew it was not meant to be our worlds, mere strangers too unforgiving its 05h55 your train departs at 06h00 I never felt, so lonely in your arms…
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Art….. is the footprint of inner essence – James Carver
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