Monday, March 01, 2021

Rolled into one (a poem)

She appeared in all his dreams.
Once as two people,
one playful and smart,
the other serious and funny
while stealing his heart.

Once as a tree that was easy to hug,
than as a scent that felt like a drug

Once she was a cloud,
moving too fast and blocking his sun,
later a priest who begged him to run.

She was also herself, caring and fun.
Complex and simple, serene and mysterious, 
rolled into one.


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