Drift
Morning fog scrolls amid lonely hills
scarlet rays of wonder sultry bead
dissipating breaths mist in prelude
offering up a delicate canvas of need
drenched at attention mid stare
reflections begging to be revealed
all of life's secrets soon to bare
painted corners of blushed lips
curl, in the drawing of your way
hushed the half-beats of my drum
crave, welcoming in a new day
and when the moments lay dry
drift into the balance of my eye
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