Posted in Poetry

Sarah Shotwell: A Poem

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Blue skies melt into green meadows

In your shimmering eyes

Morning sun finds rows of lilies

In your sweet scented hair

Sarah Shotwell, I dreamed of you

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Flesh-toned velvet flows in clear rivers

In your soft skin

Rich mountain peaks call to Heaven

In your cherry red fingernails

Sarah Shotwell, I dreamed of you

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Volcanoes, for years non-active, erupted

In my brain

When you finally looked at me

Buildings collapsed and rivers evaporated

In my heart

When you turned away from me

Sarah Shotwell, I dreamed of you

I dreamed of you

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