Dorothy Taylor

Crisp afternoon morning,
I miss thee so.
Your cool dew drops once
touched my parched lips.
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Rejoice, I dare you.
The sweet smell of your perfection
assaults my fragile nose.
The color of your hair
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I know I am beautiful.
My eyes are deep,
colored like the water swirling
in tendrils around colored coral.
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Pebbles are young and smooth.
Pebbles are soft and warm.
Pebbles are gleaming orbs of life.
Funny how I see stones like happy humans,
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