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Penny Wilson Writes

The search
never ending

you were at my fingertips
once

and slipped away

I found you in a smile
or so I thought

My illusions
tease me

Your image
like waves on asphalt
in summer

Your voice
whispers
in the shadows

waking me 

Breezes
carries a scent
of you

I pursue

Your touch
I miss
most

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