Rosy

One whole day without a poem.
Don’t worry, my love,
My spirit is still at home.

It knows where you are, it sees,
Your deep secrecy—
The beauty only it dreams.

The hands of my soul, they reach,
They gently now touch—
Rosy shyness of your smile.

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