ChildA Poem by Alfred Kukitzin a night of tendernessChild Sometimes whatever is said might return in the personal rerun Take a tender night, A blessed kiss from above Her hand in mine Breath casting itself over universes She said nothing as I enveloped myself into a child © 2016 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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