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rhymesalot

Outpourings from a poor old porous mind

Day: July 14, 2018

Forest through the Trees

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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Posted on July 14, 2018July 14, 2018 by Rhymesalot Posted in Art, nature, poetry, writing Tagged dusk, Inspiration, morning, observations, smiles, summer, trees Leave a comment

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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Posted on July 14, 2018July 14, 2018 by Rhymesalot Posted in love, poetry, writing Tagged eyes, feelings, Inspiration, looks, love, observations, quiet, time, words Leave a comment
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