kiss
Your kiss was the exquisite flower
I held on to
in the midst of winter;
it was that one rainfall
that brought me back to life;
it was ephemeral glee laughing
at the infinite oblivion.
Your kiss
was not a kiss,
but throbbing sensation.
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Your kiss was the exquisite flower
I held on to
in the midst of winter;
it was that one rainfall
that brought me back to life;
it was ephemeral glee laughing
at the infinite oblivion.
Your kiss
was not a kiss,
but throbbing sensation.