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Searching

It is the softest kiss

lingering within a dream.

A wish of the soul to be held.

Arms that lay bare.

Eyes on a wall.

It is quiet, it is searching

all around

for you,

my love,

for you.

And what if the day of you

arrives in my arms?

Will my soul shout

yes

I know it is you!

like it sweetly shouted

once before?

Will it be love, my love?

Will it be you?

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

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