You draw your name with my fingers
I drop no tears
but
I cry a little inside me
when
you
again and again
draw your name
with
my fingers
In the sand there it washes away
In the snow there you melt
In the mist there you disappear
Poetry by Cris
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Written on 2006-08-25 at 20:34
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