BRUSHSTROKES

Broad brushstrokes of blue and gray
flow to greet the perfect day.
The meandering swipes of teal
mirror how you make me feel.
The foaming white swells drift apart
as your kiss lingers in my heart.
My fingers reach for the brush,
but I tell my mind to hush.
No painting needed today
to capture the perfect day.
Nature speaks of the time
when you were only mine.

INTO THE WOODS

 INTO THE WOODS

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Into the woods, I flee,

Yearning to be set free.

I don’t know which way to go.

I turn around, to and fro.

A light shines between the trees.

I peek between the thick leaves.

No one is along the path.

I can do the simple math.

It’s him against me.

I’ll never be free.

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