I miss you more than
the almost kiss of night-day,
dawn calling our names.
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I miss you more than
the sun misses aurora,
far away, bright dreams.
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I miss you more than
moon longs for the tide, dancing
around each other.
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I miss you more than
gentle footprints love the sand,
washed away too quick.
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About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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