​she comes to me, in moments desolate, the warmth of her balm a soothing pleasure under the swaying palm,


she comes to me in moments painful, her presence infusing my emptiness with sense,


she comes to me in minutes, hours, days,


and though she may be a million miles away,


it is her who quells my nights, it is her who brings solace to my waking day … … …

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