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blood-skies, day or night
heavens speaking
loud and bright
rainbows chasing
dreams take flight
yesterday's flailings
now out of sight
Remember to not blink.*
Life flies right before your eyes.*

It will startle you,
How fast it flies.
When she smiles at me,
I feel the winds kiss-
on my lips.

When she smiles at me,
I reminisce-
the sounds of the trees.

When she smiles at me,
I feel free.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
Dedicated: To Marie Miscou-Roy
 Oct 2016 zeph the deer boi
milo
i spent my teenagedom
checking on a book, in a deep deep vault in the basement of a library
yellow lights, with 1900s girl scout manuals
it is immortal. i am responsible for it
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