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Last updated on March 6th, 2016 at 01:06 am

By Marie Kim

cold air ambushes my scent
wind glides through these eye lashes
kettle tear drops on your nose tip are
reflected in your eyes.

standing on my memory,
nakedly bared,
i commence the euphonious song
of my foot steps

the melody of my finger tips,
the parting of my lips, each blink,
it sings along with my truth
and collides with the reflection of my eyes

the Heavens hum the melody’s harmony
the Heavens fade into my eyes
join me in my footsteps
as wind sweeps through my memory.