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She drifts like a ghost of spring
Sunlight in her gaze
Bathing my skin
A voice that rocks the heart
Gently
As if a spark had taste
Like blue had a sound
If I were stalks of grass
I'd shake with her
Be moved by her
If I were leaves on branches
I'd grow to face her
I'd breathe her in
If I were a brave person
I'd hold her hand
Copyright © Jay Yeats | Year Posted 2019
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