24.

Quiet eyes in hopes
a subtle movement for approach
consumed by timidity
perhaps,
she for one is a ghost.

A stare in resonance
with a direct contact to my soul
words cannot help
í know,
í ruin it with words.

Warm touches to show
an ensconcing  aura to grow
balms me by the day
selflessly,
promises to stay with me. 

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