flighty windswept raven hair and
........eyes deep
like black rudimentary soil,
mischievous, wildroot dimples,
...............lips full of the harvest moon…
O child of the weathered earth and the feathered sky,
you speak to me in tumultuous,
windblown words jittering with sentiment and
rainforest intrigue…
..........I dance and swirl in dirt and breeze
crying to the Heavens to let me
........................discover you
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i know, i'm sorry, i've been rampaging the poetry board....sorry for the excess
i think this needs major work....it doesn't flow like i want. help me?
eyes deep
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