For the shy girl
with windows in her eyes,
a kiss hidden in a poem
about walking in gardens
where there are no gardens,
but tangled paths balanced
between our yesterdays
and our tomorrows.
You're beautiful.
I won't ever touch your hand,
not until I become the wind.
~Ron Wills
with windows in her eyes,
a kiss hidden in a poem
about walking in gardens
where there are no gardens,
but tangled paths balanced
between our yesterdays
and our tomorrows.
You're beautiful.
I won't ever touch your hand,
not until I become the wind.
~Ron Wills
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