Poetry 56

Dwelling in your dreams woke up with a smile,
Realized I never, walking distances in mile,
Jumping in the air trying to catch your breath,
Making my life closer and further my death,
You are the first breeze that crossed my senses,
I can see your breath in the air without any lenses,
You are the first drop of rain that touched me,
I can still feel the wetness of you in me.

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