Spring's Kiss
The
warmth on my cheek
The
blinding rays on my eyelids
Fluttering
eyelashes
I
protect
My
soul.
I
agree with the great writers
One
can be kissed by the sun.
Your
taste on my lips
I
drink hungrily.
Never
quenching my thirst
I get
intoxicated.
Never
willing to stop
I
think they don’t
Comprehend
the real kiss.
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