Curls

You felt real just like dreams,
When we talk, I die; at every smile, wink, sly face and cringe.

Prettier than Rain and dark curly hair,
I want to say more about your eyes,
That I’ve never seen.

Pies and poets we talk about,
Under the stars and behind the walls.
Will we ever see daylight or night ?

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