imperfect-citizen
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Falling
I lose myself in you sweet Lover,
the way rain is lost in the sea.
I long for your touch,
and the subtle whisper of your breath.
Tell me who I am,
so I may return to the clouds,
only to fall for you over and over again.
-Toltev
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