Poems to Minna - Part 8
You draw my heart about you, as a cloak,
And your words steal over it like a reluctant color:
A color of pain that fears to die.
My heart ripples with your slight turning
And sometimes moves when you are still,
Beckoning to longings that have not reached your mouth.
And your words steal over it like a reluctant color:
A color of pain that fears to die.
My heart ripples with your slight turning
And sometimes moves when you are still,
Beckoning to longings that have not reached your mouth.
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