A raindrop
on my skin
tastes
your sweet kiss.

A poem
in my hands
echoes
your whispered name.

A moonbeam
through my window
traces
your gentle touch.

A silence
in the night
yearns
for your embrace.


PHOTO CREDIT : JR KORPA
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