Mayfly on a Sunday afternoon

My writngs and thoughts. Minhas escrituras e pensamentos. Mis escrituras y pensamientos. Mine brev ov tanker. Neveshteha va afkare man. Mitt skrivande och mina tankar.

Monday, August 31, 2009

D.D. Initials

Do never cut your hair
Please let it go
I want it to be long in the dark
Please let it grow
Just wanna sense your smell
And feel you for who you are

Let me braid your hair
Gently,as I did it
The last time
We where in the room,together
On that special afternoon

There was no sound outside
The wind was passing by
Your body I could touch
I wanted it for so long

So promise me as long as time goes
Let it grow long
Please let it grow
To me,I know,It belongs

-x-

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