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How do I cradle you when you are silently reaching?
Out to hands who do not know the reason for beseeching.
I’ll cover you in kisses on breath of dreams and wishes.
A fairy dust that christens the rhythmic beating,
Showing me the way to quelle the pulsing from within.
About the Creator
Aissa Martell
Writing my wonderings for my sanity and for a living. Professional freelance writer, award winning screenwriter, international playwright.



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A Fairy dust that christens the rhythmic beating. Well Done!!!