Never Ends

 

It was the unusual

That was usual

When she stopped by,

Bouncy and flirty

Exuding a mystical

Deep spiritual side,

As though she had

Climbed into a raindrop

And arrived dry and sunny

In spite of the ride,

Throwing kisses

With her smiles,

Touching without

Touching

Until you tingled

Like twirling tinsel

On a tree,

Over the moon

Knowing that forever

Never ends.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

 

 

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