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She, Returns
She, tears at my heart
with sorrow downed eyes.
Deep green of a color
and I wander that forest
and I am at home.
She, rests soft in my eyes
with glowing red tresses
to ease my distresses.
Soft little ringlets and curls,
Lost in the glowing red swirls.
She, speaks to my soul
in rhythms and rhymes
to replay the times.
Short precious moments,
swift memories cherished.
She, calls to my body.
Luscious lipped promised kisses,
and every inch of me misses.
All the hugz and caresses,
and red glowing tresses,
and all my distresses,
melt in pooling messes.
... She, returns to me soon.
W.A.Mogollon
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