Everywhere
I go
I will
leave
Pieces
of me
Scattered
in the wind
The
smell of my skin
My
lips against yours
In the
lakes
As the
sun dips
Across
the mists
In mad
blue skies
Along
the strewn dead pines
Of a
long forgotten path
You
will walk
And
turn
And
catch your breath
Seeing
me there
And
not quite
I will
leave me
In
bits and pieces
Not in
a whole
Just
fragments
Moments
A
whisper, a sigh
A
smile in your dreams..
~
Judith Vaddi
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