by abbya

I walk the park you cherish 
your sweet perfume 
the grass sings elegies of swans
torn with hatchets of affirmations
and broken clay

I spread my cloth windwards
along lines of your dreams
where the wind whispers
and light cuddles
from pressing butterfly on grass
drawn by your loveliness 
I will touch your wings 
and walk tpaths, clouds you fly 

In trance of your touch and words
keeping you close to hands,
close to heart
somehow this is love

Cherish by abbya

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