A poem by Nancy Fijan
The sweetness of summer dreaming away,
Gazing at soft green leaves of a maidenhair tree;
Playfully cast words whirl and spin –
Just so, the chase begins.
The pink and purple glow of a setting sun,
When picturesque lost hours run vibrant,
Timidly uncovers rapidly beating hearts –
Both knowingly release each other, each taking part.
Dawn exposes weakness in becoming one,
Brutal old wounds buried beyond flesh;
Like changing clouds, both sides now
Nurture a sweet breath of life back into love.
Lingering nights, the openness of time,
Reaching a mutually exclusive vista –
Vintage straps holding on tight,
A magnetic sleepless grasp, with all their might.
The dance of autumn rustles with excitement
After each sultry longing step;
Healing, clinging with soulful tenderness,
Slowly swaying, stronger together in bliss.
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