Falling
love takes my hand&I am drifting
as we fly over gigantic mountains high
&deep valleys lush&green- love
caresses my flowing hair with his fingers
&kisses my ruby lips
&touches my rosy cheek , oh
my heart is beating like a drum in the silence
as I hold love to my heart, so
afraid he will leave me again,&
then, my dream is swirling&breaking
into a thousand pieces
&I am falling, falling . . .
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August 6, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/Falling
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1276-008-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (18)
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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