Wednesday, May 25, 2011



It's not at all the rain, no. Nor the wind.
All things considered we both know
we've been summer to each other. But
autumn's turning.

I just need your next words to be a sweater.
Your embrace, a blanket over me.
Just need your eyes to have a fire that warms
without burning.

-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2011 --

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