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Your St. Sunshine hair

Your bright blue eyes

Wonders reflecting my own

Absorbing my own

Captivating and swallowing me up

Your peace of mind

And committed heart

To the artists and the young

Ignited by chance

At the heat of November

The rains drowning my sorrow

Thoughts of you - rapidly fly

Your exquisite bi-line

A pleasure call to those who defend

A human touch needed

Heart pounding for your uncommon desire

Quietness and calmness

Innocence revealed through years

Only your beauty is an image

Burned into my mind

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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