You come…
An intangible jot
Captured and held
In a beautiful thought
Miles and moments
Cannot steal
The pictures preserved
On this phantom reel
You touch
Where flesh cannot
In the ravaging bliss
Of a beautiful thought
J~
Lovely, nothing like the warmth of a beautiful thought.
ReplyDeleteYes...as tormenting as is the bitter thought...so is the comfort of a beautiful one!
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