The saviour

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Out of the pouring rain
And into colourful shades
I could recognise her

Despite her soaked clothes
Sticking on her skin
And mystifying my senses

She was the same one
Aged into different arms
Still young into mine

Sweetness of my days
Melancholy of my nights
I surrender into her eyes.

4 thoughts on “The saviour”

  1. SaBiscuit March 15, 2015 / 10:08 am

    Beautiful voice! I love the imagery and the mystery in this poem.

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