Cold kisses of clouds
steal away salty seas and slide
down the contours of her cheeks,
Catching a glimpse
what she dare not reveal fore now.
Unraveling, her thoughts traveling to
another place, where your face is
but a stranger before her,
such a strange scene to yearn for.
She fights it back, not knowing
that contentment concealing
is merely for the time being.
Because the winds will wane
and that pain will replace
that face she once knew,
all redeemable trace of you.
As for the kiss she couldn’t bear miss?
Again, cloud cover will come
But not for you, yet another one.
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