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Late Spring

Predicting futures repeating into the past

this short season around your iris will everlast

Spicy earth drugs the air

wrapping around tentative tongues

Footsteps awaken puddles

as escaped muddy leaves

float under ripples of dancing trees

Your freckled, emerald eyes twinkle

alluring hopes to be and forgotten about

in this early summer, late spring.

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Rivers Rocks

Sunlight sneaks through trees

creating gems with the river.

Birds sleep in newly made nests

comforted by woodlands subtle sounds.

Whispering leaves assures

the mermaid stretched on a rock,

that the air’s chill kisses, its caressing shivers

slyly beckoning her above ground

is how it expresses love.

With one hand she splashes water on her gills

while using the other to prod the dirt

like how a baby plays with sand.

Deers watch from a distance, silent

as the waters Princess draws lines in the land.

Her tail flaking, she closes her eyes

allowing air to stroke rebellion along her cheeks,

licking temptations along her waist –

She drops from the rock

hiding under the sun and waters diamonds

rippling back home,

mud stuck deep in her nails.

 

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Home Seems Far Away

Fog distorts vision

shadows wrestle on the ground

Mist obscures the moon

Streetlights flickering

unseen rustling follows steps

whispering secrets

Shoes knock against stone

dusk cries louder than own thoughts

bumps pierce through flesh

The concept of time

is lost in midnights darkness

rushing you along

Grumbling car passes

engines growl disturbs silence

Fog eats taillights

Your thoughts are muddled

this open space watches you

searching for danger

The presence of owls

quietly hooting in trees

doesn’t calm your nerves

Alone, nervous, tense

trapped amongst nights playful traits

home seems far away