Sometimes when I close my eyes,
Through moistened lashes,
I can see the inside.
Floating steps
In hazy white cotton.
Finger tips grazing
Cool plaster.
Flashes of a
Swinging screen door slam.
The chipped blue deck paint.
The skipping rocks
Lining the path to a favored place.
I see cold sun,
Between leaves.
Breezed curtains flutter in,
Honeysuckle vine.
Wet bark breaks beneath me
As I climb.

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over 6 years

Beautifully descriptive.Nice Gia

gia frisco
almost 7 years

thank you! ive been working on this for awhile and i cant seem to get it right

Cory Garcia
almost 7 years

Quite the journey :)
Love the feeling words!

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