I want to look at mountains,
While they are pink and snowed. I want to see them in December, Driving down wide ice roads. With white knit on my chest, And the sun projecting its heart, Pink on the mountains. It reminds me of self, Pink on my round cheeks, Like mountains in the sun, And you warm in the passenger seat. You project your heart, Pink on the mountains; Pink onto me.
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AuthorThese words are written by Sam. She is the author of Bloom, Poetry and Prose, and Until I Feel Like My Own Mother, enjoys sitting in the sun, eating fruits, and making people smile. Archives
May 2021
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