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Phoenix
Poems
Nov 2015
A Simple Phrase
Swaying trees
And singing birds
Dancing daises
And busy bumble bees
The grass brushes her skin
Touching her lightly with it's soft fingertips
The wind pulls at her hair playfully
She looks up
Sensing his presence
He was beautiful
Strong and lean
A smile of angels
She looked down
To the meadow in which she sits
She smooths the perfect fabric of her dress
His voice silences the birds
The wind slows to a stop
Everything is calm
Quiet
The wold revolves around this stranger
This attractive stranger
She sat still
Very aware of the stillness
Inside and out
Then
A single phrase
A string of words
Forces a racing heart
"I've come to you, my dear."
Written by
Phoenix
23/Agender/United States
(23/Agender/United States)
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