Ndinelao Haimbodi

All reflects in the inner eye

Never to dodge the idea of tenderness

A feel so pure and eternal

Unbreakable equal grounds

A few humans don’t, but hearts do

A curve that will grow wider and flow incessantly

A flow that whispers all midnights and mornings

A yearn to know every inch

 A yearn for a place under your skin

A peek through your eyes

As good as gentle and fulfilling

So subtle that it becomes more real

Freezing a moment that lasts

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