Her smile is daybreak
and a gentle shake which brings consciousness;
I arise basking in the bright glow
which leaves behind restless nights
Her voice is the cadence of a grand orchestra
sounding off a joyous requiem for the sorrow,
now and forever, devoid of a beating black heart
Her touch is a hush
silencing the static of incessant thought;
palpating the soul.
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Thanks for writing this.
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