A Momentous Reunion In the Shade Under a Grandfather Tree

been a long time i wonder if i still have it all the pens have been buried from my sight however, i managed to find one this misty monday morning i write this poem without thought or even a warning i remember her in those tight fruity jeans her hair was like simplicity starlight in an everlasting exploration her aura was like lavender scented candles reigniting my introverted personality her smile left me speechless like writing in cursive with my right hand in the toybox corner of my mind is the snowstorm that brought us to notice been an eternity going grey i wonder if arousal still exists in our atmosphere all the pads have been dangling in an attempt to make insanity appear calm and steady however, i managed to come upon one this windy sunday morning i finish this poem as i feel my reemergence ecstatically swarming