Aiyla Salvatore

From the content of the heart;
The written word is penned,
But without an inner sight;
Is hard to comprehend.

 You look amazed at words in ink
And ponder on them, the source;
Was it the mind from whence they came?
Or from the heart, that caused remorse...

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White clouds moving slowly,
The breeze a calm still,
I'm caught in the moment,
As my heart starts to heal.

To take the strengths,
And apply them to life,
Is a valuable lesson,
I've learnt this flight.

Alone in the sunset,
I watch it go down,
When I finally realize,
What peace I have found.

* * *

Though life could have been much better
All in all I do not feel forsaken
I count the blessings that I have
And cry not of the road not taken

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Warm lips that form a perfect cupid's bow,
that hold the morning sun within their smile.
Lips whispering to me in darkness low
and linger on my cheek the briefest while.

Sweet lips that greet me with a loving smile.
Lips brushing mine with gentle sweet caress.
Those lips that frame the brilliance of your smile.
Those lips that to me ever more impress.

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...And that's all you need to know of me

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