SKIPSA Poem by shunikeven heartbeats skips..SKIPS By: christine zapanta andes In the
middle of sunrise When birds
turn to kiss their nest, And wind so
soft, it trembles to my skin, I step
through that door To watch my
fate slightly shaded With mist of
last month’s rain. Then I stop. I looked at
a stare in a million gaze and you’re
there. You’re the
you who opened
the door, real as the
world driving to
and fro, the gaze who
told the inmost I
cannot tell nor hear but my heart
speaks of, the deepest.
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