TITLE: SHE By Samuel Connelly 08/01/06 |
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August 1st,2006
Thinking of my wife Diane.
SHE
She is the silent blowing of cold
air on my face in a hot desert plain.
She is the sound of the ocean
in a sea shell.
She is the soft intimate touch
of the sunshine on my skin.
She is a smile.
She is the first kiss
of two passion drunk lovers.
She is the peace
That makes me be still.
She is order
in my mind of chaos.
She is epic.
She is my Muse,
giving me passion to create art.
She is white sands and ocean beach
in my dry flat Kansas.
She is the smell of spring.
She is the Sacred melody that I
cannot quite put words to.
She is a much needed quiet
drive through the county.
She is home
She is
Yes, She is
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