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Kiss my cheek,
Caress my hair
I don't even see you there;
Bringing me sweets from fruited plains
And fresh sliced scents from fields of grains
You've entertained with whisking leaves
That danced in the streets
like puppets, Bare
no marionette, only air
You've wrapped me in your warm embrace
And made my mind, adventures chase
Twist around again to say goodbye
Touch my face, tangle my hair
Make me feel I have no cares
Rest, in your uncharted pace
You, the soft reflection of the Creator's grace.

-Melissa Pyle


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