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The Meeting

Clay faces

When you saw me, without false robes
You offered your heart

When I held your hands
I touched your heart

You talked to me
but had a conversation with yourself

We met each other wearing mirrors
and fell in love with each other

(Knonie, 7 May, 2011)

Posted under: Books & Reading, Fine Arts, Knonieism, Poetry

Knonie

About Knonie

The god of small G. I read, write, dream and try. I fell in love and break apart. I take risks and gain experience. I live my life holding colors in my hands, and sharing them with anyone that touches me.

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