small wonders of the strands of her brunette hair

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Open Poetry #48

small wonders of the strands of her brunette hair

Tomer
Senior Member

since 2002-06-28

Posts 1168
Michigan

0 posted 2013-06-10 05:27 PM

She lost her small hair
on the side of laurels pants
so she buried her soul
towards the open side of
the pastel that surrounded her bedroom

She often wondered if her heart
sided with the clouds passage way
to another field of dreams
that thought of a certain time

a boy with a girls hands
by his side
her shadow stalling behind
waiting for her to touch
his envelope size shoulders
onto a small kiss divide

Off the shore
we all know what its like
to have fall for the skies beautiful storm

Brunette, past her shoulders
brown eyes, until the night shaded over

The only time I ever felt anything;
so many years ago,
but to the the snow,
its always like the first encounter,
hugging the shoulders of its beloved, clean paved road
every winter season.

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