My Words

Every word can tell a story, what matters is who speaks it

- Jan 30
All you are to me

Sweet cherry

cool air

warm heat

soft breath

sun shining through

the open window as

a warm summer breaze

blows my papers

all about

eyes open and

you breath in

its that

lovely smell

of new mud after

a long rain

eyes open and I see

soft

cool

sweet

warm

green

loving eyes

looking strait at me
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