Amiss

It’s not the flat screen TV

55 inch dream machine

It’s not the stars who shine

 

That I miss

It’s your kiss

 

Soft lips that whisper

Ciphers and zephyrs

It’s a touch of longing wish

 

That I miss

It’s your kiss

 

Winds of freedom I resist

For a second of seconds

It’s not nostalgia; it’s bliss

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