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 Jan 2016 Christina Gotsina
Raven
She drew her arms out to the crowd
the creatures pulled her in
Simply beauty, make no sound
the forest is seen within

Trees stood high
the yellow birds flew
She stared at the life
and the wild woods grew
The sweet sound
Of your name
Echoes in the wind

Your presence is felt
An emotional entity
Euphoric aura

Hair shines bright
That of sunrise
Blinding those that stare

Skin like linen silk
Smooth, flawless
Soft, warm touch

Your voice is music
Pleasing to the ears
Makes hearts jump

In every dream,
thought, and whisper,
you are there

— The End —