Me
“Me”
The tender touch that whispers by…
The breath from the rain I hold inside…
To be inspired by the air I’m in…
Writing it down with the slightest of grins…
The stain on my canvas has spilled from my soul…
Leaving a piece of me that will never grow old...
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2013
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