I missed her very much at the time...


I am calling you,
and dreaming of you.
Come to me like spring.

Let me feel your palms
on my shoulders like
the darkened soil feels
first flowers.

Free me from longing,
my love.

Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2007-01-05 at 17:58

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Touching and deep.