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frosted
lawn
freezing

toetips
through
sheepskin
uggboots

but
st­ill
we
prance
dance

leaving
tracks
in
the
delicate
purity

of
this
cold
unexpected
mid-winter
morning
gift
it frosts rarely, where i live
this is the first of this year and quite heavy too
and tod(who is almost 4) is entranced.... and is outside
with dad playing in it....
i have a wanderer's heart
always wanting to be elsewhere
a wanderers mind looking
to the next horizon...for a new and exciting view...

but alas my feet are lazy
they are settled and sodden
with the clay soil  in which
i grew
they are rooted to home and
hearth
and thus i am bound
my heart soars
my mind dreams
my feet stay firmly
placed on homeground

but one day
i will clay feet and all
travel this world...i will
 Jul 2014 Deneka Raquel
Carolin
You light me up like christmas trees. Your breath feels like a soft morning breeze when it lands on my skin i don't know where to begin. Tell me love those words that take my breath away. Cause i'd love to sit here and stay as the words come trembling out of your mouth like a video that's set on replay. Would you mind to hold my hand as you tell me if you ever planned to share a love like this with someone who's fragile as wet clay. I'm ready darling to listen all day to every lovely word you have to say ~
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