At 5am,
she brewed the Arabica beans
into its sultry full body,
let it stain and burn her lips.
By sunrise,
she left her pretty garden behind,
hemmed it to her summer dress,
full of sunshine.
She drove her vintage convertible,
bathed in full golden rays.
Her luscious dark curls
smeared her apricot gloss.
She kicked off her canvas shoes,
freeing her feet
from the opaque tan lines.
She dived into the turquoise embrace,
weaving into the nonchalant fish,
deserted the world.
She was last seen
in early Summer.
That season was reported
the most rain.
Flicker of Thoughts 
Dear Cassa this is so full of overwhelming emotion and such vivid imagery. I had to read it a few times. It is so beautifully written.
“By sunrise,
she left her pretty garden behind,
hemmed it to her summer dress,
full of sunshine.”
Even the sadness is hauntingly gorgeous.
Lovely my friend. Be safe, loved and blessed with your loved ones. 😘🤗💕🦋
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Thank you Joni! I am grateful for you! 💚
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Your piece was so beautiful. I am grateful for you too. 😘🦋 love ❤️ Joni
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Love the lines “she left her pretty garden behind, / hemmed it to her summer dress” Brilliant!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poem! 🙂
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Just very wonderfully crafted. Feels “full” of life and colors. Well, perhaps until the end. Liking the story feel of this poem.
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I am glad you liked it Ben! Take care!
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Welcome. You too!
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