Pinched legs and braided pig tails
carefree and barefoot.
She runs in rambling patterns of wonderment.
He watches from a dirt dusted, rain stained porch front
…smiling at her progression, feasting on her revery.
Her foot patterings on the back of earth's troubled sod soothed his soul quick like sugar cubes melt in calescent tea chalice.
New life pulsing after storm song,
sweet kiss after sorrow.
She is beauty in bloom;
babe wrapped in flower petal.
Purity in suspension,
her smile echoed hope, offered salvation.
06 April 2011
Breyanna
Posted by Christina Grace at 11:18 AM
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3 comments:
you are still one of my favorite poets. i had to comment, i love this piece and miss your work.
i miss you!
I think I get it!! I am proud of me <3
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