BREEZY

by Miss Brooke Rasheda Lovestone
(Saint Louis, Missouri, USA)

Misty allegory contentment, never. As high level mountains stem aw distant.

Crone’s soft tides onto shore, twirl, dance a little, dance. {gasp} Mystify, wow,

grand essence of nature. Hunger aaaaahhh…. Never before its aw untamable, sharp curves like Plato’s cave, driven tangled paths strive nor dangled. Ride sweeten flowers

Through canyons throttled shut. She glides like soft waves breeze without submission.

Dawn tales of yesterday breeze flowing raven locks wrapped around finger tips. Must summer cease, dimly sunset fades often, to soon?



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