Summer sunlight’s
blaring bolting glaring scolding
burning skin
I call for winter
begging praying
Snow Queen, give me frosting days
Yet, when she answers
blowing kisses
my soul misses warming love
Dancing
skinlight
sundrop tickles
make the sunskin worth the scold
Typical woman. Never happy 😉
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🙂 I like to think I’m horribly impatient.
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Beautifully written! ❤
I simply loved this piece…
Looking forward to reading more from you!
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Thank you! ❤
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You’re welcome, Chelsea! ❤
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I love it! Love the wording!
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Aw, thanks! 🙂
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