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Nov 2015
She walks through the forest,
Beauty in motion.
Swift and elegant as the trees.

Eyes dark,
Mysterious.
A mixture of Autumn leaves.

Skin smooth as a river,
Captivating.
Cool as the evening breeze.

Her mind is a landscape,
Filled with light and shadow.
Wisdom in every breath she breathes.

She sees right through me,
Leaving me in repose.
Coaxing my troubled mind with ease.
For my Dearest Love..
Written by
Robby Robinson  19/M/British Columbia
(19/M/British Columbia)   
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