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She is a breath of fresh air after a midsummer storm.
The rain is welcomed after the heat,
- The clouds break to make way for the sun.
She is found in the walk home after a good day.
The smile still stuck on your face,
- The way she laughs stuck in your mind.
She is found in the sound of wind chimes and the taste of strawberries.
Within cream satin against tan skin.
Within the early morning light streaming through the curtains.
Within the smell of freshly picked flowers.
- She is a summertime softness, the pastels found within the last summer sunset.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
