God, you were beautiful today
in buttercream and shaded sage;
shades of chambray in your sky;
tumbling winds that reach the eye through weeds
tumbling by; and heated
hair so hot, but the breeze
was not.
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The Back of My Mind (Poetry)
PoetryI like to write fiction, but I love to write poetry. Here is a collection of some of my favorite pieces.
