
I could tell of my moves
Most of them smooth
But one to write if I dare
To them doesn’t compare
It’s the move from your heart to your mind
It’s always leaving behind
A wisp of a feeling
That sudden reeling
A passion you felt
Your hesitation melt
Wrapped up in a fall
You gave your all
But then something occurred
All of that blurred
And you’re left with that wisp
Only your mind feels that kiss.
Excellent words, Cheryl!
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Ahhh beautiful, Bag Lady!! I love it đ xx
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