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She was drops into small pools When she moved. Splashing up fountains of grace Rippling through me in waves Leaving a smell crisp With fresh possibility. She was cool leaves rustling When she spoke. Breaking the silence in every Heart between lonely beats With whispers which drowned All other sound And leaving me winded But holding my breath. She was crackling firewood When she touched. Bursting with warmth Meant for a hearth far more Welcoming than my wilderness Fingers leaving embers behind With each spark of contact Leaving me shivering For her to alight again.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
She Was
She was drops into small pools When she moved. Splashing up fountains of grace Rippling through me in waves Leaving a smell crisp With fresh possibility. She was cool leaves rustling When she spoke. Breaking the silence in every Heart between lonely beats With whispers which drowned All other sound And leaving me winded But holding my breath. She was crackling firewood When she touched. Bursting with warmth Meant for a hearth far more Welcoming than my wilderness Fingers leaving embers behind With each spark of contact Leaving me shivering For her to alight again.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
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