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Post by goldenmyst on Feb 14, 2022 21:23:29 GMT -6
Solstice Woman
Torrential shades of scarlet Pour in a river of tresses To touch pendant of life Into a darker shade of umber Falling deeper into her heartland Where Indian mounds rise organically But the ferocity of her smile is painted in burgundy Whose crescent moon is a lipstick dream But whose azure eyes Speak salty ocean tears That burn with a thousand autumnal passages Into solstice both autumn and winter With the spring and summer heat The seasons of her soul
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Post by oldarmybear on Feb 15, 2022 7:37:14 GMT -6
Good stuff.
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Post by goldenmyst on Feb 15, 2022 12:43:43 GMT -6
Thanks, Don. Glad you enjoyed it.
John
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