She Dreams Under A Warm Purple Night Sky
Limpid Waters Turn and Lick
The Heady Haze of Sweet Summer Symphonies
Warm Scents of Fire and Lilacs Rise
As
She listens To Life under the Moon
Random Pictures Flash Through her Mind
Small Gusts of Wind Carry Them Away
The Crickets Sing and the Grass Tickles Her Neck
Languid Darkness Lingers
Amongst Yellow Pinpricks of Light
Nostalgia
An Uncomfortably Warm Blanket
Yet Soft to Touch
It Whispers Gently
To Never Not Tell the Tale
Of Your True Heart Story
2 comments:
Such a talent January.
:) You are so kind Kristin. Thank you.
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