the wind flies
through your sun bleached hair
sending golden tendrils
across your freckled face
as your eyes close
and your smile
is situated
in the right place
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PoetryA collection of short poems ~ ♡ ~ the words of a weary, beaten soul who wishes to share her poems with the world
