Pillow

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    Pillow

    I smell your perfume on my pillow tonight
    reminding me when all was right
    Reaching over for a warm embrace
    realizing I'm grasping empty space
    No skin to touch, no eyes to meet
    alone in the darkness between the sheets
    Sweetness lingering in the air
    left on my pillow from your hair
    It saddens me but I know it's true
    this lonely night I am without you

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    Robin commented on Pillow

    03-05-2009

    very romantic...I like it and it is so true...

    sk commented on Pillow

    03-03-2009

    From a man's perspective...very interesting...

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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