For the Sanctuary, Soft, Stir, Surreal Words Poetry Contest of Constance La France
"The softness of the summer day like an ermine paw."- Anais Nin Soft is a tissue or a cotton ball. Soft was my old teddy bear I recall. Soft are some foods like oatmeal and rice. But soft crème brûlée could be twice as nice. Soft is the butter spread on soft bread, and soft is the pillow where I lay my head. Soft are those fabrics so nice on my skin like the blue velvet gown I like to dress in. Soft is chinchilla, chenille, and mink. Soft are the wool clothes I hope not to shrink. Soft is my favorite pair of silk panties and soft are those pink and blue cotton candies. Soft are the lotions smoothed onto my face and blankets which on winter nights I embrace. Soft on my tongue are flakes of new snow, and soft are spring's breezes that most gently blow. Soft are the petals of flowers so pretty. Soft is the fur of my precious small kitty. Soft is a baby's cute pudgy cheeks, and soft are the words that a kind person speaks. Soft are the feathers of a white dove. Soft is the smile of the one that I love. Soft is his hair and his dark eyes so sweet and soft are his kisses whenever we meet.
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