gentle pink
breathes
life into
weathered skin
such tender youth;
free to admire
and bend with
lithe branches
left unhindered
in the wee hours
my tears water
newly sown fields
in the quiet hush
of disbelief
as you ease my
unrecognized ache
January 20,2019
© Pamela A. Lamppa,
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