I remember my hands caressing your long black hair My fingers softly embraced by your entwined river of blackness I have my mind in blank , I just feel this hair swelling my hand Like living seaweed waving inside a dark sea How sweet How sweet I make this short moment eternal by remembering it again and again (like the grated and dusty vynil circle spinning endlessly in the old phonograph) How I wish that I could sense your hair waving trough my hands once again once again…
Reason for writing:
I wrote this verses to help me never forget the moment ,
the instant when I caressed her hair...reading it , writing it
, is a vain effort to make this distant memory eternal.
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