Poetry By
Brian Rowe
Published on: 10/29/2014
Sarah Shotwell
Blue skies melt into green meadows In your shimmering eyes Morning sun finds rows of lilies In your sweet scented hair Sarah Shotwell, I dreamed of you Flesh-toned velvet flows in clear rivers In your soft skin Rich mountain peaks call to Heaven In your cherry red fingernails Sarah Shotwell, I dreamed of you Volcanoes, for years non-active, erupted In my brain When you finally looked at me Buildings collapsed and rivers evaporated In my heart When you turned away from me
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