Like the oak leaf hydrangea bud in May,
like the squirrels infest backyard bird feeders ,
and like the train whistle echoes in the hollow
rolling through white pines and serviceberry branches,
her trust, in the shape of soft smiles and morning kisses,
permeates his every breath .
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
Like the oak leaf hydrangea bud in May,
like the squirrels infest backyard bird feeders ,
and like the train whistle echoes in the hollow
rolling through white pines and serviceberry branches,
her trust, in the shape of soft smiles and morning kisses,
permeates his every breath .
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