Nikki Barker Poems

The wind as cold as loneliness
rhythmically whipping my back,
the sky a whirlpool of misery
a palette of purple and black.
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Weighed down by her baggage
heavy laden & bursting at the seams
dreams of freedom fill my mind
entwined by her grip
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I espy with sun kissed eyes,
ink spot clouds in Wedgewood skies,
seagulls surfing a thermal breeze,
reflection mirrored by amethyst seas.
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