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26 Mar 2012

The sun on my face

People think
People listen
People just sit
Sit and look
Looking at colors
Feeling the sun
Feeling the gentle touch
Gentle touching of your skin
Like a gentle touch of fingertips
On places
Only to be discovered by light
By warmth
By orange glow
The touch of pink lips
Pink touches
Sometimes even red
All in a moment
Just sitting
Just two people
Just blue
And lots of orange