Roxanne Poem by Matthew Edan Oliver Palma

The sadness of the past
Has left me now at last…
As the singing of the lark
Echoes a fresh start

Your face…
Your lips… .
Your touch…
Everything about you…
I just love so much… .

Your voice…
Your shadow…
Your stare…
Every movement that you make…
Makes me aware…

That I exist…
That I breathe… .
That I love… .
For everytime you’ 're near me...
I AM ALIVE… …

The shadows that you cast
Have healed my wounds at last…
As the remnants of the dark
Remove in me its mark


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