A gift
her robe like a luscious
golden flow
cascading from the
heavens
her face obscured in
mystery
Her golden feathered wings
against my skin
feel my beating heart
and the
rhythm
of me.
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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The Naked Woman in My Backyard
Saturday morning and I’m home alone not feeling like doing much of anything. I just poured my first cup of coffee, the wake-me-up cup, when I look out the window and see a naked woman in my backyard. That surprises me since I’ve never seen a naked woman in my backyard before. Three thoughts enter my mind —
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This is a great ode to the coin in the photo. Thank you for writing and sharing this with us!