A THOUSAND SPRINGS

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

The warmth in her eyes
dripping
like the sweetest honey
lips
ripe and full
like cherry blossoms
skin
of the smoothest silk
heart
woven of crystal filaments
of silver gossamer
and diamond light
and a limitless aura,
open and free.
Like a spring breeze
she blew through my life
rustling the leaves
of my autumn tree,
leaving them tumbling
along cold and dark asphalt,
wondering
where it all ends
and
where it begins…

The moon rises
and I see her face,
glowing in the night…

THB3

 

 

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