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DONt WORRY LOVE
Don’t Worry Love
The hot redness of her face, as if Mars,
Surrounded by flashy yellow a-bright;
And pure snow clouds dancing, chastefully, light.
Orbit’s blush and puppy love eyes with stars.
Latterly, bestie speaks it out loudly.
A sudden volcanic moon of madness
dries her throat, a disruption of sadness.
Virginal countenance, burning brightly.
Then her crush softly grabs her hand in his.
“Don’t worry love. Let’s step outside,” he croons.
She is startled - her cheeks begin to swoon.
Fresh air cools her down. She enjoys the chills.
The robins sings of lovely things - knees weak,
as he brushes a kiss upon her cheek.
Copyright ©
Kim Rodrigues
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