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Sunbeam
I live for moments like these
when a sunbeam shines through the tall amber brush at just the right angle
When you can smell snow in a winter sky
How the pink undertones of my olive skin look against the silver sage grass
The solemn song of birds in the late afternoon sun
I wish to always greet the world as if I were a fawn with newborn legs trembling in anticipation of it's very first run
Chasing the taste of beauty
What is life without endless fascination
The way I melt when you come into view
I'll keep being drunk with desire and fill my eyes with tantalizing sights
I will fill my ears with music
Holding on to what is most precious in life
I will keep you here behind my eyes
So that my heart will always be filled with joy
Copyright ©
Kelly Hawkins
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