Poetry Clips – Crowd (The Depths Of His Eyes)


I want to be possessed

Haunted

To taste his kisses

In my dreams

Hear his whispers

On the wind

See his face

In every crowd

Endure his absence

Restlessly

Hide him

In my dreams

And fall

Forever

Into the depths

Of his eyes

© Ann Bagnall

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