beauty, love, poetry, women

the air is still and lovely

Wash of sunlight

Through the open door

How much I get

From every moment

And angle of this

To be myself

Armoured in purpose

Yet still

Able to slip into the warm

Shadows of your skin

And play with boldness

Laughter

Still I play the grandest game

Of all with you

Here, dancing in the garden

The air is still and for a moment,

So

Am

I

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