Trafalgar Love (2016)
An elegant linger, lips to my crown.
Your breath, life to a noun.
A fragrance dances, your presence passes.
Fear folding inwards, a touch of your hand.
An echo of happiness, flames to a fan.
A solitude brittle like glass is – my fate when I’m where your heart is.
By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh
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