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I cannot hold the sun nor touch the moon
But I could hold your hand and touch your skin
And somewhere in a timeless afternoon
I could open my heart and let you in.
I cannot sway the sea or lower clouds
But with you by my side in your magic
Eyes, I could make my kisses into crowds
And intimate words into a cosmic
Gallery of their own, filled with kitsch art
Of purple and blue, peopled with chics whose
Los Angelean faces are a part
Of American dreams and high heel shoes.
I will never own the stars, but much worse
If I lose you, I lose my universe.
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| Posted: 15.1.2008 at 08:07 | Read 173 times | 2 comments | Leave Comment |
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