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Mother Nature

I’m wrapped in your soft, willow arms. I arch my neck as the sun plants kisses of sweet honeydew down to my collarbone. Your light breath, a breeze, brushes my cheek and touch’s my senses. Wild flowers grow where your fingertips trace my skin. Buttercups Indian paintbrush Queen Anne's Lace A wonderland of colors, scents, and smells. I get drunk on your love Mother Nature.

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Date: 6/21/2019 8:28:00 AM
Wonderful, love filled piece :)
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Leigh Dixon
Date: 6/21/2019 4:08:00 PM
Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed this piece. You don’t know how much it means to me that you liked it. Have a blessed day!:)