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She is the shimmer that the sun casts on a flowing river during late summer.
The sun is setting as you're sat on the bridge,
Legs dangling off as everything is encased in a golden glow.
she is the breeze that brings a meadow to life, the pinks and purples moving in waves.
the long grass tickles your legs as you walk hand in hand,
The smell of the pollen that floats around your head smells sweet.
She is the gentle sound of crickets chirping as the sun sets after a long day.
You're walking down the forest path,
Hands brushing against each others, it's a little darker now and the stars are starting to appear.
She is the smell of rain after a storm, the left over electricity in the air.
You're inside today,
Wrapped up in blankets to keep the cold away and as your hands touch you feel a fizzle.
- She is all of the small beautiful moments.
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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...
