Right at my fingertips
I can almost touch you
Taste of honey on your lips
Keeping my gaze like glue
Like an itch that cannot be scratched
I miss your touch
The feeling cannot be matched
Making my face flush
Making no ground
Am I getting closer?
Nature’s sound all around
Resilience, I must show her
At last I feel your touch
Quenching my thirst
Missing your being so much
For so long, I have traversed
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