One Step Further

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Author: Magdalena Podobińska

Magdalena PodobińskaAugust 20, 2019

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One Step Further

written by: Magdalena Podobińska

Honey
Doesn’t it make you smile that
We’re one step further now?
Our feet touch
Every night

With your every breath
I learn new words
Their secret melody
Unveils slowly
And leaves me in awe

How I wish I could sing…
How I wish I could clothe you
With my own warm songs

I’m your white dove
You’re my own endless love

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