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When edges are shapely,
               as curves match the form in a perfect- yet ( imperfect way )
        of course they do, as everything certainly falls into place
                                                                                      - perfectly

                                  for the Creator created me, in this fashion


         If painting a picture- through words, sometimes a hint of color
                                 ( filling in my presence )
                  one would capture the essence, the passion
                                                        tenderness and grace

                     for the Creator created me, in this fashion


     While waiting for the sunrise, in eyes of a light brown ( a smile is found )
                          upon the curve of my face
            - in the fullness of soft lips, at the top there is a small dip,
                     as the touch of day caresses soft vanilla skin,
                                skin not holding the depth of the sun


                           ~ now the scribbling has begun ~


               The melody of the wind moves across golden sand,
                            hair holding moments of brown
                                      dancing everywhere
                                 lingering gently in my hand


                       for the Creator created me, in this fashion


         Like a flower stretching, reaching beyond the possibilities of it all
                the stem is long, my being is tall- but not too tall
                                              ( five following six )
                          I feel so alive,
                                      because this is where I belong


                              for the Creator created me, in this fashion


             If painting a picture- through words, sometimes a hint of color
                               ( filling in my presence completely )
                                         yes, scribbling outside the lines
                           one would capture the essence of

                                                                 . . . Simply Me
                                                          

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Author’s Note- Poetic whispers reflect the heart of me, my inner being.
This is a complete (An Outward) reflection of my entire being.

~ I am simple and poetic, nothing more ~

Sunday December 2nd, 2018- Poem of the Week
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