My Skin Remembers

A poem for the Sensational challenge.

By Marsha SinghPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Cristina Gallego on Unsplash

You were hard

like sun-warmed

stone, your

eyelashes were

feathers – these

are things I can't

forget; I'll write

you poems forever.

love poems

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Marsha Singh

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Donna Renee3 years ago
This is really beautiful ❤️
Kendall Defoe 3 years ago
I like this a lot. I am still trying to come up with work for the contest, and I think you've got something here!

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