City Wind Poem by Romina SawardClarke

A lonely disheveled figure walked closely by the sun lit horizon that has the power to transform the city in a beautiful delight.My love please right to me frequently as i have a lock of your hair in my breast side pocket.

I think of you at a frequent basis, renembering your comely face and how we sat on newely fresh grazed grass stroking eachothers soft milky skin.
Even now i can feel your rough cloths against mine, Oh how i wish we could return to our usal lifestyle and engulf one anothers love and let me once again show my deepest devotion.
I know i am no way near perfect and am not complacent but i take this breif opptunity to reflex.
I am insurmontable and my last agonizing thought my mind will be constantly turn to you.