She is demure , with longing eyes
that watch scenes pass into relief.
Past-written and clothed in the moment
just before an outburst,
not a full-fledged flower,
but a blossom,
in paced steps-
dear to watch over
hands to hold-
leaned into,
fixed in secret,
there opened
and told.
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Beautiful poem 🙂 I love these lines: “Past-written and clothed in the moment
just before an outburst,” what a way to describe someone!
Thanks. Now if I could just spell.
You’re welcome 🙂 spell check and merriam-webster’s website are my best friends 🙂
Nice . . . 🙂
Thanks. Now if I could just spell.
I didn’t notice . . . 😊