Nary a day passes I don’t think of you
My mind is that of hummingbirds’ wings
Within a days passing, I fall blue
When I think of you, my heart sings.
Sings a song of days passed
And I think of all the times
We had lain in the grass.
I think of your rhymes
And fall into a deep dream,
We float above the city
Wrapped in sheets of an satin sheen
As we fall through Eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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