Harper Jones

Passion flows through like a rushing river,
Smoothing pebbles with forcible current.
Emotion claws at the red clay earth.
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The contour of its skin,
The aroma of its breath,
It beckons him.
The waves that glimmer above,
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With fingers of painted grey,
And eyes of green pastures,
She waits.
A dreamer of magnificent,
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The dirt thuds under my feet
Each leg adorned another pounding.
The tethered bushes,
The scuffled rocks,
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A feline teased to chase a string,
A canine drooling at a meaty bone.
They are happy to just be.
A baby cooing at mother's smile,
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So what I want to do is reach deep within my soul.
I want to go beyond my thoughts,
I want to go galaxies past my fears.
I want to access that poignant section of brain;
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