by Uriel Tovar

What magic is this which haunts
Me from that great beyond?
It must be her smile or the gentle
Laughter that resonates
Deep in the spongy tissue
Of my bones.
I waiver and
Escaping her glance
Safely housed in the shadows
Of her world.
Courage has never been
My strength
Perhaps in time I will grow
So bold
As to smile in her direction
Have our eyes connect
And maybe whisper a friendly


Posted on 08/19/2016
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