Fresh Air

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

She is an enigma,

lovely face and deepest words -

hidden thoughts of inner scourge.


She is fresh air,

softest smile and wounded pride.

Within my mind she does reside.


These words,

they're hard to say.

These thoughts,

they're strange to think.


Searching for a friend,

a simple course for life.

Searching for a brief respite,

shelter from my strife.


Her world is cold as winter night.

Her heart as warm as fire alight.

She let me in and spoke all night,

now here I stand free from blight.

Submitted: October 20, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Fayren Meric. All rights reserved.

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G. Quaglia


Tue, October 20th, 2020 11:30pm

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Wed, October 21st, 2020 6:58am

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