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Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Lips' Taste


Cool damp ground

Thick dry duff

Dappled shade

Bark so rough

 

Strong roots grip

Granite wall

Trunk leans

But doesn’t fall

 

Years gone by

And years ahead

Tree grows strong

Leaves create the bed

 

That soothes away

A day’s high stress

Shades the place

For afternoon rests

 

Come along

If dare you do

Lay with me

Til morning dew

 

If time then comes

I’m lost in haste

Our lips will feel

Each other’s taste

 

And leave me then

If then you must

To lay forever

Heart turned to dust

 

© Copyright 2014, Marty K Vandermolen, All Rights Reserved

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