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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was just kind of a random train of thought that played itself in my head until I just had to write it down.

Submitted: January 14, 2009

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Submitted: January 14, 2009



Dots on the desk like freckles on a face,

Colors blurring together,

Soaking up the tones of one another,

Like rainbow sand corked tight in a bottle.


Sweet dreams of the past,

Flying in skies the colors of waterfalls,

Warmth radiating from the sun that is you,

As you breathe in the smell of grass and dew.


Lullabies whispered ever-so-sweetly in your ears,

Gentle fingertips caressing your back,

Feeling soft lips press lightly on your hair,

Sighing softly in said lover’s arms.


The taste of happiness, like caramel, in the air,
Filling you, cleansing you, waving gently around you,

Thick, sweet and luxuriant, it pulls you close,

Letting you go only to let you fly.

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