poetry
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Fingertips and you – there is never a better path to trace along Between the Lines © 2026
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Between sips the wanderings sting, an empty glass gives sorrow wings Between the Lines © 2026
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I will wait as dusk waits for the slow surrender of the sun,as winter aches beneath the skin for spring I will remain like earth beneath your bare feet,softly receiving every part of you,tracing the contours of your becoming withquiet, unwavering devotion I will love beyond the final breath leaving my body,only to love you…
Between the Lines 