Don´t worry your pretty head, I´m not here to
stay,
I´m merely passing through, then I´ll go on
my way,
I am merely the teardrop, rolling down your
cheek,
The thought in your mind, that you
occasionally seek,
I am merely the image, within your sleeping
dreams,
Just an idea, giving shape, to all your wily
schemes,
I´m just the caress that you feel, from soft
fingertips,
Merely the smile dancing, upon the rim of
your lips,
I´m just the floating feather, that you find
at your feet,
The guarantee that someday, again, we shall
meet,
I´m merely a whisper, upon the nuance of your
breath,
Merely the silent voice, at the soft calling of
your death.
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