This Poem was Submitted By: Kelly Denise LaBeff On Date: 2001-04-28 03:59:51 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Dreams Mate

Early on Thursday mornings she sits naturally pleasing, Indian style, legs crossed  open window  bestows freshly cut lawns springing vivid green. Blessed blue birds sing  deceitful sun shines,  lacking thermal, barefoot toes chill too much. Cheeks, dimpled and blushed, fill sparkling eyes wild with wonder  a blackberry bush blooms long slender fingers curve  swaying branches tango wreathing ambrosias specially blend loving cup. Delicately poured, passionately sipped, awash with splendor  those blessed birds of blue sing, she thinks of him blooming radiance. A smile softly spreads  wildflower lei whispers  breathe my garland, breathe. Blue dots against rising sun warm her chilly toes.

Copyright © April 2001 Kelly Denise LaBeff


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