You
and time seems to still into
a whirlwind of colors
or maybe it's just you
You shine
so maybe for today repeated
each crumpling brown leaf
will be eyed as a blossom
don't I deserve this deception
don't We?
and each color seems to swirl
an array of art
so abstract no hunter
could pinpoint You to a frame
Your movements a dance
the song of the wind
Your gentle smile beckons Me
who wouldn't
fall
and even if the drop kills Me
I'd do it again
for no hell could unleash wrath
greater than not knowing You
Your smile
You
Your eyes
You
and maybe for today repeated
I'll let Myself believe
that fate is My companion
that fate made Me a boy
Copyright © Susie Jones | Year Posted 2024
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