Another poem. I’m gonna post all of those I have written here in one go. Was going to do that when I posted Night, but I forgot. This one is a change from that dreary atmosphere of my first two poems.

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Pines tickled my fingers
As my palm descends.
A hushed giggle escapes
Like a windy dance.

Strolling over the terrain
Around the ebony shrubs
To the twin wells of light
Where heavy cloth shrouds.

Over the hill I climbed
One that’s not so high.
There I slowly paced
Where the cotton lie.

Came warmth and rumble
Underneath where I was.
And I let loose a chuckle
As my boyfriend snores.