A stolen moment of peace

Poetry, Romantic, Short Poem, , , , , , , , , Leave a comment

As I gaze upon your clouded face,
A beam of light feathers your cheek,
Softening the furrows, the wrinkles, the blemishes.
A gust of wind tickles a tendril of hair
At the nape of your neck,
Beckoning me to catch it between my fingers.
As I bring the lock closer,
The scent of your shampoo brings
A smile to my lips.

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