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I perch on a rock,
Mown grass beneath my feet,
Hunched over from cold though
The sun beats down on my face.
I feel a calm warmth
As I bake like a lizard
And wait for the sound of
Your voice on the wind.
Something slithers by
And squirrels hop about
While I wonder just how much it will hurt
To miss it here.
You skip up behind me
And hug my shoulders close
With warmth in your arms
And a smile that lets me know
It will all be okay.
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Darin Leigh
Just the ramblings of an artist in her 20s. I write a lot of unplanned poetry. I hope you enjoy
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