Alberto Palomo (3thoreau), Lexington, South Carolina, USA

Passwords
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How many ...lands...Rivers...Faces... and languages..
So far away...and so close to my soul...
I keep walking...but not on the roads...or on known paths...They have already lost their mystery... 
I know...that..my march..will only end..when I can hold you in my arms..and.. 
whisper on your ears....those ...words... 
Just a few words... 
simple words... but..that only You and I know... 
Our Passwords of love... 
Following our Star...I have crossed Skies...and Oceans... 
Between ...Mountains...and prairies.... 
Forests and...Cities... 
My soul yearns you... 
My limited senses...can´t see...smell...touch...listen or taste you... 
But She remembers You... 
Other lands...colours....melodies.... 
Fear and Madness...of forgetting you...´ 
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Tears of my soul...remembering ..your sweet face..
Skin urge...for...your hands...
Arousal...of the Words....that Melt you...
In a long...very long Love story...
I keep walking to you...
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© Alberto Palomo 2019  (©3thoreau)