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(Poem of the Week)
IV-5
Following a naked breeze
Misty kisses tickle
my skin, wet lips
sing silent
through hazy days . . .
My harem of fairies
play with my hair
Whisking wind
chills sweetly
weak but lifted
totally bare
except for my pendant
on my chest
resting.
—Cori Lark
Heart Healers
Corina © 2007
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