There are thousands of poems
About the first kiss
There will be poems about many kisses
To be continued later
Many kisses with love;
A few kisses in lust
light kisses even in anger ,tears, and laughter
There will be poems
About all levels of kissing
However;
An elderly body, grey haired and wrinkled,
Sits comfortably, having reached the end of life.
Another aged body approaches and delivers
A last kiss on the cheeks, a loving, tender goodbye.
Together, they leave a legacy, a poem in motion,
As their bodies wobble and sway in the final embrace.
About the Creator
Tuān
A free Soul flying around to find the Motive of Life
The Girl At The Front Row
As I sat in my rented room thus with hardly a glimmer of light coming in from the windows and the candles, I felt transformed into a different era by the enchanting tunes of music. The sound of the needle running through the groove of the record came out as faint crackle, and for a moment, bands of feelings ran across with the strings breaking the shackles of time.
By The Cafecito4 days ago in Fiction
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