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Touchstone
by Cymbre DolphayWhen I lose myself
It is the sweet smell
Of the winter air
Colors of sunsets
Near the horizon
The taste of spring rain
Light against my tongue
A lover's caress
Soft touch of his lips
to my heart each sings
Calling me back
To nights spent with you 01/11/2003 Posted on 01/12/2003
Copyright © 2025 Cymbre Dolphay
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| Posted by Carl Walker on 01/15/03 at 12:12 AM what a sweet evocative melding of memory and, and, and, ...what??? (language skills fail me)
I shall share it with others and thank you for it
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