Scent

Felling real as a kiss
Ambiguous lines
written as a pale skin.
Ghostly feathers
and winter leaves
scented tears combined
with dreams.
An old poem still breathes,
still hiden, never seen.

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I know a place to go when I'm cold
And I wrote a letter for my own.
With a thousand whispered kisses
let's see the glow.
'cause I know a way to make you smile
when I'm not.
Let's see dawn with no clothes.