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Flare For Poetry
A sunset at sea,
clouds resemble sweet roses.
Waves swell with passion.
That smell of cut grass,
go for a run right through it.
You’re a child again.
A slight taste of salt
from tumbling in the ocean,
just a dash burns lips.
The sound of a roar
before you can see a thing,
You’re on high alert.
My Muse is easy to see,
nature’s flare for poetry.
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Melani Udaeta
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