Poem 6/21

Upon seeing sage-colored leaf fields

Your softer sort of warmth in comfort
kissed-looked, lighting, glowing, dewy,
calms the look of cliffs so near you,
captivates my eyes from fear.
If your leaves stay, my mind rushes;
as the breeze blows, my heart sweet slows.

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