A growing seed


For you, who always visited me when I was sleeping,
and lately woke me up without kissing my lips,
yet rose my limp soul with very gentle pokes:

I like talking to you like that. We have moved a step closer.
Soon we may be kissing?

Fingers crossed.

My hope is creeping into you, with patience.

Sincerely, L. Cohen, thank you.

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