Greens of dusk fade to black.
In morning light color’s back.
Silhouettes of leafy lace,
summer’s drawn on a smiling face.
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Day: July 14, 2018
Quiet
It’s a welcome surprise most every day.
Her eyes tell what words can’t say.
Love’s just a word that’s heard all around.
But the feeling screams without a sound.
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